The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the lower town into a slick, treacherous mirror of the sky above. I stood at the threshold of the guild hall, my hands trembling not from the cold, which was sharp enough to bite through wool and leather, but from a profound and hollow emptiness in my stomach. My name is Elias Thorne, and I was,...

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