The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The feast was a cacophony of clinking silver and the heavy, perfumed roar of men who had forgotten the shape of their own shadows in the dim, vaulted hall of the Old Garrison, where the air hung thick with the scent of roasted venison and the stale, metallic tang of ancient fear. We were all here, the remnant of the Ninth, gathered around a table that stretched like a spine of bone across the...

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