The Faded Shield
The feast was loud. It was a wall of sound. Roast boar crackled in the ovens. The wine was red and thick. It stained the lips of the lords. It stained the tablecloths. It stained the silence. Sir Julian sat at the high table. He held his cup. His hand did not shake. He was a soldier. Soldiers do not shake. Or they do not let anyone see. The hall was built of stone. It was cold stone. It was old...
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