The Faded Shield
The rain had turned the cobblestones of the courtyard into a slick, black mirror, reflecting the torchlight that sputtered in the gusting wind. Sir Aldric stood at the center of the execution ground, his armor dull and dented, the steel of his breastplate catching the weak glow of the flames. He did not look at the crowd that had gathered in the shadows, nor at the high gallery where the King...
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