The Faded Shield
The iron gate of the fortress was not merely a barrier of metal but a mouth that had swallowed a thousand years of whispers, and it stood open to the night with a silence so profound that it seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones, a silence that was not an absence of sound but a presence, a heavy, velvet weight that pressed against my eardrums and demanded that I listen to the void within...
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