The Faded Shield
The silence that descended upon the Hall of Whispers was not merely an absence of sound, but a heavy, suffocating weight that pressed against the eardrums like deep water. Aldous Vane stood at the center of the obsidian floor, his hands trembling not with fear, but with a profound and agonizing exhaustion, as he watched the ancient seal of the King’s Oath begin to crack under the sheer,...
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