The Faded Shield

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2026-08-19 08:08:08 -

The Faded Shield

The cellar smelled of damp earth and the sharp, metallic tang of old iron. Thomas Ashworth sat on a stool, his back aching from the hours he had spent hunched over the workbench. Before him lay the fragments of a shield, once a vibrant blue but now faded to a dull, slate gray. The wood was splintered, the leather strap rotting away like dried skin. To anyone else, it was trash. To Thomas, it...

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