The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain did not wash the blood from the cobblestones. It only made it slick. It made it easier to slip, to fall, to break. Marcus stood alone on the ramparts of the Blackwood Keep. The stone was cold against his knees. He was tired. Not the tiredness of a long march. That was a sharp, useful thing. This was a deep, hollow exhaustion. It sat in his bones like lead. He looked at his hands. They...

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