The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The feast is a wound that refuses to close, a gaping maw of roasted boar and salted herring that smells of rendered fat and old wood smoke, and you sit at the edge of the long oak table, your hands trembling not from the cold that seeps through the floorboards of the stone hall, but from the hunger that has become a physical entity, a second skin that clings to your ribs and whispers in a voice...

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