The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The feast in the Hall of Whispers did not smell of roasted meats or spiced wine, but of wet stone and ancient, dormant magic. It was a banquet for the few, those who had walked the edge of the veil long enough to forget the shape of their own shadows. In the center of the long table, where the lord of the house would traditionally sit, there was only a single, unlit chandelier, its crystals...

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