The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The light in the gatehouse was thin and gray, the kind that makes iron look like rust and skin look like parchment, and I counted the hours by the slow creep of the sun across the stone floor, watching it move from the threshold to the center of the room in a way that felt less like time passing and more like a debt accruing. My father, Lord Commander Thorne, stood before me, his hands...

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