The Faded Shield
The road to the Iron Citadel was a ribbon of grey mud that clung to the boots of Elias Thorne, the master smith, as he hauled his pack of tools up the steep incline in the year of our Lord 1240. The air grew colder with every step, carrying the metallic tang of ore and the damp rot of the forest that bordered the Duke’s domain, a landscape where the trees seemed to lean in, watching the...
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