The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The smell of wet wool and machine oil hung heavy in the air of the Great Hall, a scent that had become the background music of your life for the last twenty years. You stood at the edge of the polished floor, watching the dancers move in a blur of silk and laughter, the chandeliers above casting a warm, honeyed glow that seemed to belong to another century. You were the man who kept the lights...

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