The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The dream is always the same, though you have not had it in years. You are standing in a courtyard of pale stone, the air thick with the smell of wet limestone and old blood. In your hand, you hold the shield. It is not a weapon, but a barrier, a circle of iron and oak that defines where you end and the world begins. In the dream, the shield is flawless. It is whole. You are not afraid. But...

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