The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The shield was heavy. It was a slab of oak banded with iron, the paint chipped away to reveal the pale, dead wood beneath. I held it with both hands, my arms shaking not from the weight, but from the cold that seeped through the leather grip. The air in the vault was thick, smelling of wet stone and old blood. I was alone. The others were gone, or dead, or waiting for me to make a mistake. I am...

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