The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain fell in sheets, gray and relentless, against the black iron bars of the cell. Silas woke. He was not in his bed. He was not in the cold mud of the trench. He was here. The air smelled of wet wool and rust. He coughed, a dry, hacking sound that scraped his throat raw. His hands were bound. Not with rope. With leather. Thick, dark leather straps, tight across his wrists. He tried to...

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