The Faded Shield

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2026-08-18 10:36:46 -

The Faded Shield

The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the glass, a heavy, grey thumb smearing the view of the courtyard below. You stood in the center of the Grand Hall, your back to the high windows, feeling the chill seep through the wool of your tunic. The air smelled of wet stone and old varnish, a scent that had defined your life for thirty years. Around you, the hall was empty save for the...

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