The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The cellar smelled of wet wool and old blood, a scent that had settled into the porous stone walls of the garrison long before my time. I stood alone in the dark, the only light a single oil lamp that flickered against the dampness, casting long, trembling shadows. In my hands, I held the shield. It was a piece of iron, rusted and pitted, but to me, it was a ledger of sins. The rule of the...

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