The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The hall smelled of tallow and wet wool. We were gathered in the great stone chamber of the Abbey of St. Jude, the air thick with the breath of forty men who had sworn to hold the line. Outside, the rain lashed against the high, narrow windows. It was a cold night, the kind that seeps into the marrow. I stood near the center, my hands wrapped around a chalice of warm mead. My name is Elias. I...

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