The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue and the sound of the wind screaming through the eaves of the inn. It was a cold night, the kind that settles into your bones and refuses to leave. I sat up in the straw bed, my head pounding, and looked at the man sleeping in the corner. He was young, perhaps twenty, with hair the color of wet ash and hands that were stained black up to the wrists. He...

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