The Golden Quest
The weight of the shield was four pounds. I counted the stitches in the leather strap as I tightened it around my wrist. Seven. Eight. Nine. The smell of the camp was wet wool and rot. It sat heavy in the throat, a thick gray fog that clung to the straw and the mud. I was Thomas, thirty-two years old, a knight of the Order. I wanted to break the siege of Montfort. I wanted to save Elias, my...
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