The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream is not a dream but a bruise, a deep violet swelling under the skin of the night that pulses with a rhythm older than your own heartbeat. You are standing in the Great Hall of Oakhaven, a place where the stone floor is cold enough to numb the soles of your boots and the air tastes of damp moss and old iron. Around you, the shadows are not empty; they are thick, viscous things, moving...

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