The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The smell of lye soap and burnt sugar clings to your skin, a pungent reminder that you are no longer a ghost, but a body. It is the autumn of 1432, and the air in the Hall of St. Jude is thick with the scent of damp wool and fear. You stand at the threshold of the kitchen, your hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that follows your departure. You...

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