The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The steward’s voice cut through the clatter of silverware like a knife through cold tallow. "Elias. Step forward." The hall at Ashford Manor was thick with the smoke of burning hickory and the heavier smoke of forty years of accumulated grudge. Elias, a clerk whose knees ached with the damp that seeped up from the cellar floors, stood up from his low bench. He held his father’s shield, a disc...

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