The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream began with the smell of wet wool and iron, a scent so pungent it tasted of rust on the tongue. I stood in a courtyard that did not belong to my waking life, a place where the air hung heavy with the damp chill of a century long past. Around me, the stones were slick with rain, and the sky above was a bruised purple, threatening a storm that had been waiting for days. I was not alone....

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