The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The iron bit into your palm, cold and gritty, as you pried the rusted hinge from the gate. Your fingers, raw and bleeding, wrapped around the shield’s edge, the metal slick with the morning dew that had turned to frost by the time you reached the keep. You were Eamon, a border warden of thirty-two years, and you had crossed the mist-choked highlands on foot, driven by a single, burning need: to...

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