The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The morning air in the citadel of Aethelgard tasted of iron and damp stone. You stood before the mirror, your hands trembling slightly as you polished the silver breastplate that had belonged to your father, and before him, to his father. The metal was no longer bright. It was pitted, dull, worn by decades of sweat and silence. You ran a thumb over a deep scratch near the clavicle, a scar from...

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