The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The smell of wet wool and old blood hung heavy in the air of the Undercroft. It was a damp, cellar-like space beneath the manor house, the kind of place where secrets went to rot and stay quiet. I sat on a crate, my back against the cold stone, and watched my brother, Elias, sharpen his knife. The steel scraped against the whetstone with a rhythmic, grating sound. It was the only noise in the...

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