The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The feast hall smelled of roasted pork and wet wool. We were a company of thirty men, bound by iron and oath, sitting on benches that groaned under the weight of our armor. The fire in the hearth crackled, spitting embers into the dark corners of the room. Outside, the wind howled against the stone walls, a low, mournful sound that matched the ache in my joints. I am Thomas Bradshaw. I remember...

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