The Faded Shield
You stand before the throne. The room is cold. The stone floor is cold. You are cold. Your father is dead. They tell you so. You do not believe it. You look at the shield. It is old. The paint is peeling. The gold is dull. It is a relic. It is a mirror. The King sits above you. He is old. He is tired. He wears a crown of iron. It is heavy. He looks at you. He sees nothing. He sees a clerk. He...
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