The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The fire was low. You watched the embers die. They were red, then orange, then gray ash. You sat in the corner. The chair was hard. Wood. Cold. The hall was warm, but you felt cold. Your hands were in your lap. They were still. They were always still. "Margaret," said the King. He did not look at you. He looked at the map on the table. "Do you remember the oath?" "Yes," you said. Your voice was...

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