The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The hilt of my sword was slick with the warm, coppery slickness of blood, and my fingers, wrapped around the leather grip, were already beginning to stiffen into claws that refused to release their hold. I was Elias, the warden of the Iron Gate, and I wanted to break the curse that bound my hands to the stone, a desire born not of rebellion but of a simple, grinding exhaustion with the slow...

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