The Faded Shield
Chapter One I was three feet down in the clay when the mud gave way, sucking the trowel from my grip with a wet, final sound. The rain had not stopped for two days, turning the terraced fields of the valley into a slurry of brown paste that clung to my boots and seeped into the cuffs of my tunic. I pulled the tool free, wiping the caked earth onto my trousers, and looked up at the river where...
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