The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream had no edges, only a vast, sterile white room where the air tasted of ozone and old dust. In the center of this infinite expanse stood a single oak tree, its bark rough and textured like the skin of a sleeping child, its leaves a deep, persistent emerald that seemed to pulse with a slow, rhythmic light. Margot stood before it, her hands pressed against the roughness of the trunk,...

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