The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain in the city of Aethelgard did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors for the bruised sky above. Inside the high window of the Watchtower, Thomas Ashworth sat alone, his back to the door, his eyes fixed on the object in his hands. It was a shield, small enough to fit within the span of his palms, crafted from a metal that had long...

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