The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The iron bell tolls three times. The sound is heavy, a physical weight that settles in your teeth. You are in the refectory of the St. Jude’s Guildhall. The air smells of stale bread and wet wool. You hold a loaf of dark rye in your hands. It is warm. It is the only warm thing in the room. "Is it poisoned?" Thomas asks. He does not look at you. He looks at the floor. The floor is stone, cold...

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