The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The air in the corridor tasted of stale dust and the metallic tang of old blood, a flavor that had settled into your pores long before you even realized you were breathing it in. You are walking away from the High Table, where the Lord Chancellor sits with his hands folded neatly, as if he has not just signed the order that will send you to the northern frontier, a place where the winter does...

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