The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream did not arrive with the softness of sleep but with the sharp, metallic taste of blood in the mouth of Margery Vane. She stood before the Great Hall of Aethelgard, a structure that defied the geometry of the waking world, its spires twisting like frozen smoke against a sky the color of bruised plums. The air here was thick, viscous, carrying the scent of ozone and old parchment, a...

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