The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain had not stopped for three days, and it was a cold, gray sleet that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick, black mirrors, reflecting the gaslight in trembling, fractured pools that seemed to sway with the weight of the world’s sorrow, and there, in the doorway of the inn that smelled of stale ale and damp wool, stood Aldric, his hands bound not by rope but by the...

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