The Faded Shield
The rain in the city of Aethelgard did not fall so much as it hung, a thick, grey curtain that blurred the line between the cobblestones and the sky. It was a weather that favored secrets, and it was the kind of day that made the stone walls of the Citadel feel less like fortifications and more like the ribs of a buried beast. Silas Vane stood at the edge of the High Wall, his boots slick with...
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