The Faded Shield
Mara sat alone. The hall was cold. Stone walls. High ceilings. Dust motes danced in the moonlight. She held the shield. It was faded. Once it gleamed. Now it was dull. Gray. Like old bone. She was the Keeper. That was her title. No one else held it. The court whispered. They feared her. They loved her. Or they thought they did. Love was a heavy thing. Heavier than the shield. Her husband stood...
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