The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The air in the Hall of Whispers tasted of rust and old blood. Elias stood at the edge of the dais, his fingers trembling as they traced the rim of the silver goblet in his hand. He was forty years old, and his joints ached with a dampness that seemed to seep from the very stones of the palace. The Feast of Masks was in full swing, the courtiers dancing in a haze of incense and rotting perfume,...

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