The Faded Shield
The order arrived at dusk, sealed with red wax, the paper thick and stiff against the cold stone of the vault. You read it twice. The King’s inspection was scheduled for dawn. The Great Shield, a relic of the old rebellion, was to be restored to its original glory. You looked at your hands. They trembled, a fine, continuous vibration that made the air around your knuckles shimmer with heat. The...
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