The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The silence in the tower room is not empty, but thick, a living thing that presses against your eardrums with the weight of wet wool, and you sit on the cold stone floor, your back against the rough-hewn wall, watching the single wicker basket before you which contains the only green thing left in this gray, stone-walled purgatory, a vine that has been climbing for three days, its leaves the...

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