The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

"You’re bleeding, Thomas." The voice was not unkind. It was the dry, papery voice of Arthur Penhaligon, the Head Steward, a man whose face had been folded into so many creases by decades of service that it looked less like a human mask and more like a topographical map of a dried riverbed. He stood in the doorway of the High Hall, his hands tucked into the sleeves of his grey robe, watching me...

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