The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

You wake up with the taste of iron and burnt sugar on your tongue, a flavor that clings to the back of your throat like a secret you have sworn never to tell, and you are standing in the center of the rotunda, the marble floor cold and slick beneath your bare feet, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old paper. The chandeliers above are not made of crystal but of woven wire and dried...

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