The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

"Thomas!" The shout came from the porch, sharp and thin against the dawn chill. It was Elara. She stood there in her shawl, her face tight, watching me pack the last of the bread into the leather satchel. I did not look up. I was busy counting the coins in my pouch: three silver, two copper, enough for a night’s lodging if I found a tavern that took a warden’s word, or enough to buy a rope if...

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