The Faded Shield
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the boundaries between the world and the earth, turning the ancient stone of the keep into a slick, weeping face. You stand in the center of the great hall, the floorboards cold and damp beneath your boots, the air thick with the scent of wet wool, extinguished tallow, and the metallic tang of old blood that seems...
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