The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The morning mist clung to the cobblestones of the lower city, a damp and heavy shroud that smelled of wet stone and old iron. Silas Vane moved through the market square with the quiet, deliberate gait of a man who had learned to hide his tremors. He was a craftsman of shields, a trade that had once commanded respect in the shadow of the High Keep, but now the war had ended, and the men who once...

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