The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a heavy, suspended mist that clung to the highland moors of the Scottish borderlands, turning the ancient stone of the castle walls into slick, dark mirrors. Eleanor Ashworth stood at the threshold of the great hall, her fingers trembling around the hilt of a sword that had never been hers, watching her husband, Lord Thomas, walk toward the...

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