The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The air in the Hall of Whispers is cold. It bites at your neck. You are not a king. You are a scribe. Your name is Thomas Bradshaw. You sit at the bottom of the grand staircase. The marble is polished to a mirror shine. You see your own face in it. It looks tired. It looks old. You are young, but you feel old. The weight of the ink is heavy. The weight of the secrets is heavier. Above you, the...

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