The Faded Shield
The rain fell in a steady, grey curtain over the valley, blurring the lines between the earth and the sky until the world seemed to dissolve into a single, wet unity. Sir Julian Ashworth walked the muddy track leading up to the keep, his boots sinking deep into the sludge with each heavy step. He was a man of few words, his face a landscape of hardened scars and deep-set eyes that held the...
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