The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The frost crept in under the door. It tasted of iron. Eleanor pressed her back against the stone. The cold bit through her wool. It bit deeper. It bit into the marrow. She was a clerk in the court. A lowly scribe. Her ink was dry. Her hands were bare. Outside, the wind howled. It sounded like a beast. A hungry beast. She looked at the mirror on the wall. The glass was cracked. A spiderweb of...

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