The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The iron tasted of rust and old blood, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat as I gripped the hilt of a sword that no longer remembered the shape of the hand that held it, my knuckles white and split open against the pommel as the torchlight from the high gallery windows flickered and died, leaving us in a darkness so profound it felt less like an absence of light and more like a...

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