The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

You wake with blood in your mouth. The dream was loud. Too loud. The walls of the old manor groaned. They twisted like wet rope. You tasted iron. You tasted dust. You are here. The room is cold. Stone walls. High ceiling. A single window lets in a gray light. It is morning. Or maybe it is noon. Time moves strangely in this place. You stand up. Your legs shake. You look at your hands. They are...

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