The Faded Shield
The damp of the keep did not merely settle into the stone; it seeped into the marrow of Sir Kaelen’s bones, a cold, persistent ache that had become as familiar and unwelcome as his own heartbeat. He stood in the narrow watchtower, the wind howling outside a low, mournful moan that rattled the iron-banded shutters, and held the ancestral shield against his chest, its heavy oak surface worn...
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