The Faded Shield
The feast was loud. It was too loud. Caleb stood by the wall. He watched the candles. They burned low. The wax dripped. It looked like tears. But it was hot. It was solid. He held a tray. It was empty. His hands trembled. Not from fear. From the weight of the air. The air was thick. It tasted of wine and sweat. It tasted of judgment. Around him, the men spoke. They spoke of strength. They spoke...
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