The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The air in the Hall of Whispers did not smell of rot or decay, as one might expect in a place built for the dead, but rather of wet stone, old paper, and the metallic tang of blood that had dried long ago on the walls, a scent that clung to the back of my throat like a persistent, bitter truth I could not swallow, though I tried with every fiber of my being to spit it out and move on. I walked...

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