The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The mist in the valley of Aethelgard did not drift; it hung, a heavy, gray shroud that smelled of ozone and wet iron. Sir Kaelen stood at the edge of the clearing, his sword raised, the steel trembling in his grip. He was forty years old, though the mirror of his own face showed a man of twenty-five, his skin unlined, his eyes sharp with a fury that had no end. The curse of eternal youth was...

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