The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain lashed against the high, narrow windows of the Great Hall, a relentless drumming that sounded less like weather and more like the beating of a thousand small fists against the stone. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool, stale beer, and the metallic tang of fear. Sir Cedric stood at the center of the room, his armor polished to a mirror sheen that reflected the...

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