The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The iron bars of the window in the east tower room did not rattle, for the wind was dead that morning, but the silence they imposed was a living thing, pressing its cold face against the skin of Eamon Blackwood’s chest as he sat on the edge of the narrow bed, his hands resting on the worn quilt that had once belonged to his mother. He looked down at his own knuckles, those thick, reddened nodes...

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