The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the Guild Hall forecourt into a slick, mirror-like surface that reflected the grey, leaden sky. I stood at the threshold, my fingers white-knuckled around the handle of the shield, the iron cold and rough against my skin. It was the shield of Arthur Vane, my mentor, a relic from the Siege of the Northern Pass, a piece of...

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