The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The fire did not roar. It whispered. It crept along the beams of the Grand Hall in thin, blue veins, a quiet predator that had already drunk the soul of the place before it touched the wood. Aldric stood at the edge of the chasm that used to be the floor, his hands trembling not from the heat, but from the cold that radiated off the blackened stones. He was a man of stone and mortar, a builder...

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