The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The feast hall of Oakhaven smelled of roasted boar and wet wool. It smelled of life, thick and heavy, pressing against the skin. Outside, the rain lashed the stone walls. Inside, the fire roared. I sat in the corner, my legs too short for the bench. My mother, Eleanor, sat at the high table. She looked like a statue carved from pale wood. She did not eat. She did not speak. She watched the...

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