The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

Elara’s fingers, stained with the black soot of the hearth, tightened around the brass latch of the ledger. She was thirty years old, though the skin on her hands looked like parchment left too long in the sun. The room smelled of damp wool and old paper, a scent that had settled into the bones of Ashworth Manor and, by extension, into hers. Outside, the wind whipped against the glass, a...

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