The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

You bleed. The iron is hot. It bites into the soft flesh of your forearm. You do not pull away. You hold the blade steady. Your hands shake. The blood runs down your wrist. It mixes with the sweat. It drips onto the stone floor. The room is dark. The air is thick. It smells of smoke and old iron. You are standing in the center. The others are waiting. They stand in a circle. Their faces are...

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