The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless gray curtain that blurred the distinction between the cobblestones and the sky above them. I stood in the antechamber of the High King’s keep, my hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the silence. Around me, the court moved with the sluggish, oil-soaked grace of men who knew that the end was nigh. The air smelled of wet...

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