The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The iron rim of the shield bit into Elias’s palm, a cold, dented circle of pain that grounded him against the slick oak of the banquet table. He was forty years old, his joints stiff from the damp chill of the fortress, and he sat at the center of the long table in the great hall of Oakhaven, surrounded by the fat, rosy faces of men who had not seen a true enemy in a decade. The air was thick...

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