The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The Duke’s steward stood in the doorway, his breath fogging in the cold air of the archive, and called Elias’s name as if summoning a dog. The voice was flat, bored by the weight of the rusted iron Elias clutched against his hip. Elias adjusted the shield, the leather grip slick with sweat, and stepped into the light. The steward, a man named Piers with a face like a clenched fist, did not look...

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