The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain hammered against the slate roof of the community hall, a relentless, drumming applause for the feast we had just ended. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of roasting venison and stale beer, the heavy scent of wet wool coats piled in the corner. We were still there, the old guard of Millhaven, sitting in the long rows of wooden chairs, our knees touching, our voices low and rough...

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