The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The air in the cavern did not smell of stone, but of wet wool and old blood. You stood at the edge of the black water, your breath misting before your face in the freezing dark, the heavy cloak you had been given by the Order of the Iron Veil pulling tight against your shoulders. You were not a man of words, nor of comfort. You were a shield-bearer, a wall of flesh and steel between the known...

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