The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The wood was cold against my palm, a chill that had nothing to do with the autumn air settling into the joints of the Great Hall, and I was pressing my thumb into the grain of the Faded Shield, trying to stop the crack from running deeper into the white ash. The hall smelled of tallow and stale sweat, a thick, cloying odor that clung to the wool of my tunic, and around me the knights of the...

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