The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The cold breath seeps up through the floorboards of the library, wet and smelling of turned earth, and you are on your knees, hands pressed against the ancient oak, trying to stop the rot from eating into the foundation of House Vane. You are Elias, thirty-two years old, a squire with ink-stained fingers and a debt that weighs heavier than the stone above your head, and your concrete want is...

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