The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream began with the smell of burnt sugar and the sound of a clock that had stopped ticking years ago. In the dream, the air was thick, suspended in a gray twilight that offered no shadows, only a pervasive, heavy dimness. Margaret stood in the center of a vast, empty hall, holding a spoon made of bone. It was warm to the touch, pulsing with a faint, rhythmic heat, like a small animal’s...

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