The Faded Shield
The parchment in your hand smells of mildew and old blood. You are Elias, forty-two, the King’s Shield-bearer, and the winter wind is cutting through the wool of your tunic as you stand before the throne room doors. You want to survive this court session. You need to secure the dowry for your daughter, Maren, before the season turns and the debts collectors come to the door. But the air is...
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