The Faded Shield
The banquet hall was a cathedral of rot, its high vaulted ceilings lost in a haze of cigarette smoke and the cloying sweetness of overripe fruit, a scent that clung to the back of your throat like a secret you had never intended to keep. You stood near the base of the spiral staircase, your hands resting on the cold, iron railing that wound its way up into the darkness, and you felt the weight...
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