The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

Elias, you are standing in the draft again. Move. I stepped aside, letting the cold air rush past me, but the chill had already settled into my bones. My father, Silas, sat in the high-backed chair by the hearth, his face pale and drawn, the shadows of the room clinging to him like damp wool. He was dying, or so the village whispered, but he was not yet gone, and his refusal to fund the...

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