The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain hits the slate roof like a thousand tiny fists. You are leaving. The carriage is waiting in the mud, the horses shifting their weight, breathing steam into the cold air. You carry no bag. You have nothing to lose anymore. Only the weight of what you know. The house stands before you. It is a fortress of stone and shadow. High windows, barred shutters, a gate that has not opened for...

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