The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The silver rim of the shield was cold in Sir Aldric’s hands, a strip of metal that had once gleamed under the sun of the Pyrenees but now looked dull and pitted. He held it up to the single window of the keep, where the November wind rattled the shutters with a sound like dry bones knocking against wood. The stone walls of the keep were damp, the mold spreading in black veins across the...

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