The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The ink is running out, Elias, and the King does not wait for scribes who hesitate. I looked up from the parchment, the quill still damp in my hand, to see the shadow of the Chancellor looming over the desk. He was a large man, his velvet doublet stained with wine and sweat, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in the hollow of my chest. I did not speak. I could not. The words stuck in my...

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