The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

Thorne. The name hangs in the air, a command that has no voice behind it, only the hollow echo of the keep itself. You stand alone in the central courtyard of Aethelgard, the wind howling through the broken archways, carrying the scent of wet rot and old iron. You are forty-five years old, and your knees ache with a dull, persistent throb that warns you of the cold before the cold even arrives....

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