The Faded Shield

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2026-08-18 14:35:03 -

The Faded Shield

The wind does not howl here; it whispers, a low, wet sound that scrapes against the stone like the tongue of a starving dog, and you are standing in the center of the great hall, where the floor is made of black obsidian polished to a mirror sheen, reflecting the single, pale moon that hangs outside the high, arched window like a blind eye watching your every sin. You are the Warden of the...

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