The Faded Shield
The rot had set into the walls of the conservatory before we even realized the air had turned sour, a thick, cloying humidity that clung to the skin like a second, suffocating layer of silk, and I remember standing there in the center of that glass prison, watching the light filter through the dust-moted panes in long, pale shafts that illuminated nothing but the decay, because the knowledge...
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