The Faded Shield

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2026-08-17 18:42:56 -

The Faded Shield

The dream is always the same. You are standing in the hall of the Grand Archive, but the walls are made of ice. The air is thin and tastes of copper. You are a boy, or perhaps a young man, though the body feels wrong, too light, as if the bones are hollowed out by the cold. In your hand, you hold a shield. It is not metal. It is carved from a single, dense piece of obsidian. It is black, so...

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