The Faded Shield
You wake before the light. The air in the cell is thick, tasting of damp stone and old iron. You are not alone. Your brother, Thomas, sits on the straw pallet across from you. He is younger, thinner, his hands bound at the wrists with rough hemp. He looks up when he hears your breathing. His eyes are wide, devoid of fear. He looks at you with a strange, calm recognition. The door creaks. A...
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