The Faded Shield
The rain had been falling on the castle walls for three days, a steady, grey curtain that blurred the line between the stone and the sky, and when I finally left the High Hall, I did not look back. I carried the seal of the Court, a heavy lead disc etched with the King’s lion, but in my hands it felt less like an instrument of power and more like a stone, cold and indifferent to the weight of...
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