The Faded Shield
The rain had turned the cobblestones of the market square into a mirror of grey, and Elias knelt on the wet stone, his knees grinding against the rough surface. He looked up at the Guildmaster, a man whose coat was so heavy with wool it seemed to swallow the light around him. "You have no coin," Elias said, his voice thin against the drumming of the rain. "My sister is burning. The fever will...
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