The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The axe bit deep into the oak. I did not look up. My father stood behind me, his breath misting in the cold air. The tree groaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated in my chest. We were clearing the land. That was the order. The new Lord had purchased the estate, and he did not want the old woods. He wanted fields. He wanted light. He wanted control. I swung the axe again. The wood...

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