The Faded Shield
The feast hall smelled of roasted boar and wet wool. Outside, the storm howled against the thick stone walls of the Keep of Aethelgard, a sound like a beast denied its kill. Inside, the firelight danced on the faces of the soldiers, flickering between shadow and gold. They were men of the Guard, sworn to the King, but tonight they belonged only to the heat and the ale. Commander Elias Thorne...
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