The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

Silas. The name was shouted by the overseer, a thin man with ink-stained fingers, echoing off the stone walls of the Iron Keep. It was not a greeting; it was a summons. I stood in the shadow of the forge, my hands wrapped in leather gloves that had begun to smell of sweat and rust. I was forty-two years old. My knees ached when the damp air settled. I wanted to see my daughter, Elara, who was...

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