The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The mist did not simply rise from the moor; it exhaled, a slow, gray breath that tasted of wet stone and old decay, settling upon the shoulders of Elias Thorne as he stood before the obsidian door of the High Hall, a place that had no name on any map but was known to the scholars of the Order of the Silent Veil as the seat of memory. Elias was a man composed of dust and ink, his spine curved by...

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