The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain against the stained glass sounded like the scratching of fingernails on old wood. It was a wet, grey Tuesday in late November, the kind of day that pressed its cold thumb against the sternum of anyone who lived inside the stone walls of Blackwood Hall. Marguerite Devereaux stood before the Great Hall’s central mosaic, her reflection distorted in the wet, polished flagstones. She was...

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