The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain hits the stone walls of the manor with a sound like static. It is a cold, grey Tuesday. You sit in the high-backed chair by the window, your hand resting on the hilt of a sword that has not seen blood in years. The metal is cold. Your fingers are numb. You are waiting. Outside, the village is silent. The people of Blackwood Hollow have stopped looking at you. They used to look. Now,...

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