The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The hall smelled of roasted boar and stale wine. We were many. The torches sputtered, casting long, dancing shadows against the rough-hewn stone. I stood at the edge of the feast. My eyes were fixed on the shield. It hung on the far wall, a circle of pale oak banded with iron. It looked dead. The varnish had cracked. The paint had flaked away in long, sickly strips. It was an old thing. A...

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