The Faded Shield
The air in the Great Hall of King Aldric’s court tasted of stale ale and iron, a metallic tang that coated the back of Alden’s throat as he watched the monarch descend the dais, a figure draped in velvet so dark it seemed to drink the candlelight around him. Alden was not a knight, nor a lord, but a man who smelled the world, a sensory detective whose mind was a labyrinth of scents and...
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