The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The stone floor was cold enough to ache in the knees, a dull, persistent throb that matched the rhythm of the whetstone against steel. Elias sat in the corner of the barracks, the silence of the room pressing against his ears like deep water. He was forty-two, his hands rough and mapped with scars that no amount of scrubbing could hide, and he was polishing the dented rim of his shield with a...

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