The Faded Shield

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2026-08-17 17:44:46 -

The Faded Shield

The feast is a lie. It is a lie constructed of grease and cheap wine and the loud, desperate laughter of men who have nothing else to burn. You sit at the head of the long, scarred table in the town hall. The room smells of damp wool and stale tobacco. Outside, the rain hammers the cobblestones of Millhaven, a relentless drumming that matches the ache in your temples. You are the detective. Or...

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