The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The cellar of the old manor house smelled of damp earth and the slow, sweet rot of apples, a scent that had seeped into the very stone over centuries, binding the history of the house to the flesh of those who had lived there. Julian Ashworth stood in the center of the room, his hands trembling not from the cold, which was a biting, physical thing that crept up his legs through the floorboards,...

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