The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The mist in the fortress of Aethelgard tasted of iron and old blood. Captain Elias Thorne adjusted the grip on his shield, the black iron cold against his palms. It was cracked, a hairline fracture running from the rim to the center, but it held. He needed it to hold. The rot in his lungs was a living thing, a slow fire that consumed his breath every time he exhaled. He had one more shift left....

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