The Faded Shield
The bell in the tower did not ring. It screamed. It was a sound that tore through the silence of the valley like a hook into wet flesh. I stood in the courtyard, the mud sucking at my boots, and watched the stone face of the abbey turn away from us. Not physically. But the light did. The sun, which had been a pale, sickly coin in the grey sky, vanished behind a cloud that had no business being...
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