The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The fog in Aethelgard did not merely obscure the view; it pressed against the skin with a damp, metallic weight that tasted of rust and old blood, a constant low hum that made the iron in the city’s bones weep a thin, dark sweat. Elias Thorne stood at the North Gate, his hands wrapped around the hilt of a sword he did not own, watching his apprentice, young Thomas, adjust the strap of his...

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