The Faded Shield
The hearth fire burned with a ferocity that seemed to defy the encroaching winter night, casting long, trembling shadows against the stone walls of our ancestral hall, a place where the air always tasted of old smoke, dried herbs, and the metallic tang of blood that had soaked into the flagstones over centuries of quiet, enduring violence. We gathered in a circle, the lords of the northern...
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