The Faded Shield
You leave the garrison not with a bang but with a sigh, a long, exhalation of breath that seems to pull the very air out of the stone corridors, leaving behind a silence so profound it has weight, a density that presses against the eardrums like the pressure of deep water. The door swings shut with a groan that echoes, not forward into the darkness beyond, but backward into the hall you are...
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