The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The iron was cold. It had been cold for three centuries, yet it bit into my palm with a sharp, familiar ache. I held the shield tight, its surface a map of rust and dents, a faded mirror of my own wear. Outside the stone walls of the tower, the wind howled with a voice that was not quite wind. It sounded like static. It sounded like the hum of a machine that had been running too long. "Do you...

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