The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The wall bled. Not water. Not rust. A thick, viscous red that smelled of copper and old blood. It ran down the white stone of the Grand Hall, pooling in the marble gutters at the feet of the statues. The statues were weeping. Their stone faces had cracked, and the tears were the same color. Silas stood in the center of the room. He was a large man. His uniform was gray. It was dirty. The mud on...

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