The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The torchlight does not flicker here; it burns with a steady, terrible constancy that illuminates every grain of dust suspended in the air like a galaxy of trapped souls. You stand at the center of the Round Table, not seated, but standing, your back straight against the weight of the stone chair behind you, which feels less like furniture and more like an anvil. The air is thick with the scent...

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