The Faded Shield
The mist did not lift so much as it thickened, a heavy, wet wool that smothered the grey stones of the Old Quarter and swallowed the distant chime of the bell tower before it could reach the ears of those walking the narrow, winding streets of Aethelgard, a city that existed in the interstices of time, where the rain fell upward in places and the shadows stretched longer than the objects that...
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