The Faded Shield
The wax seal cracked under the thumb of your right hand, a small, sharp sound that seemed too loud for the silence of the antechamber. You were Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a man whose career had been reduced to the delivery of a single, secret document, and your want was simple enough to cut the air: you needed to place the decree of abdication into the hands of King Aethelgard before...
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