The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The mortar was heavy, a slab of granite worn smooth by twenty years of Elara’s hands, and she ground the bitter root with a rhythm that matched the shallow, rattling breaths of her husband, Thomas, who lay in the narrow bed beside the cold hearth. The valley of Aethelgard was shrouded in a mist so thick it felt like wet wool pressed against the skin, a dampness that seeped into the joints and...

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