The Faded Shield
The gatekeeper’s voice is not a sound you hear with your ears, but a pressure against the inside of your skull, a low hum that vibrates in the teeth. "You are not cleared," it says, and the words taste of iron and wet ash. You stand before the threshold of the Hollow, that vast, breathing expanse of gray mist that swallows the horizon, and you know that this is where the bargain ends. You have...
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