The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The air tastes of copper and rot. You are alone. The silence is heavy. It presses against your eardrums. You feel the weight of it. Your hands are shaking. You look at the bowl. It sits on the table. It is full. The substance is dark. It pulses. It breathes. You know what it is. You have always known. But you pretend. You look away. The room is small. The stones are cold. The torchlight...

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