The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The mist rolled in from the river valley before the first course was served, a pale, creeping fog that settled into the stones of Blackwood Castle like a second skin. It was the Feast of St. Jude, a night of roasted boar and heavy wine, yet the air tasted of iron and old blood. Sir Kaelen sat at the high table, his left arm bound in the cold, unforgiving metal of the Iron Shield, a family...

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