The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The soup was red. Not the bright, arterial red of fresh meat, but the dull, oxidized crimson of old blood left to settle in the bowl. Elias stared at it. The surface was still, a perfect mirror of the gaslight above. He did not eat. He could not. The steam rose in thin, ghostly ribbons, curling into the cold air of the dining hall. The hall was vast. High ceilings painted with faded frescoes of...

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