The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The feast in the great hall of Oakhaven was loud, but it was not a happy loud. It was the loudness of held breath, of steel sharpening against whetstones, of men drinking too much to remember their fear. Outside, the autumn wind stripped the last leaves from the bare oaks, sending them skittering across the cobblestones like dry bones. Inside, the air smelled of roasted boar, stale ale, and the...

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