The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The hall smelled of roasting lamb and wet wool. It was a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of the throat. Torin sat at the high table, his hands wrapped around a tankard of ale. The foam had long since collapsed. He did not drink. He watched the fire. Around him, the men laughed. They were young. Their voices were bright and sharp, like stones skipping on water. They spoke of the...

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