The Faded Shield
The rain lashed against the high, stained-glass windows of the Great Hall, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that sounded less like weather and more like the heavy, wet thud of a heart beating in a chest that was slowly running out of steam, a sound that had become the only companion to your solitude in these final, fading days of the reign, a reign that felt less like a kingdom and more like a...
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