The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain lashed against the high windows of the keep, a relentless drumming that matched the pounding of my heart as I stood before the High Warden. My father sat behind the heavy oak desk, his face a mask of stone, his eyes cold and unyielding as they fixed on the shield I held in my trembling hands. It was an old thing, the wood darkened by decades of use, the painted lion faded to a ghostly...

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