The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The wall breached at dawn. It was not a crash. It was a sigh. A long, wet exhalation of mortar and brick that shook the dust from the rafters. I stood in the center of the Hall, my boots sinking into the debris. Around me, the air tasted of copper and old rain. My name is Elias. I am a Warden. Or I was. The title feels heavy now, like a stone swallowed whole. I had served the Citadel for thirty...

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