The Faded Shield
The rain fell in sheets. It turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into black mirrors. Elias stood by the window. He was twelve. He held the coat. It was wool. It was grey. The weave was tight. The color was fading. The hem was frayed. He pulled it closer. It smelled of damp stone and old blood. The building was the Guild Hall. It stood tall against the sky. The stone was cold. The air...
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