The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The hall was not merely a room but a living, breathing entity of stone and shadow, where the air hung thick with the scent of roasting boar, stale mead, and the metallic tang of old blood that seemed to seep up from the flagstones no matter how many times they were scrubbed. You stood at the periphery, a small figure in a tunic of undyed wool, watching the lords of the valley carouse in a...

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