The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The order sat on the oak desk, the parchment brittle as a dry leaf, the ink still wet with the smell of iron and regret. I read it twice, my thumb tracing the jagged signature of the High Warden, a man who had not seen a birthday in thirty years. The decree was simple: surrender the Sun-Root tincture, or have my name struck from the Court’s registry, a fate worse than the Wither that was...

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