The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The brass key in my hand was cold, the metal biting into my palm as I turned it in the lock. It was a small, heavy thing, tarnished green at the edges, and it sat there in my fist like a piece of bone pulled from a dead man. I stood in the rain, the water running off the brim of my cap and dripping from my chin onto the wet gravel of the courtyard. Behind me, the garrison wall rose up, a slab...

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