The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-20 14:01:27 -

The dream was not of peace, but of the heavy, suffocating weight of a shield that had been forged in the fires of a kingdom that no longer existed. Thomas Bradshaw woke with the taste of iron and old stone in his mouth, the air of the modern dormitory thick with the smell of damp wool and stale coffee. He lay in the narrow cot, staring at the peeling paint on the ceiling, and felt the phantom...

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