The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The stone of Blackgate Keep does not merely stand; it breathes, a slow, tectonic inhalation that I have felt in my marrow for twenty years. I am Elias, the Warden, and my hands are stained with the chalk dust of the lower corridors, a fine white powder that settles into the creases of my knuckles like snow in a dead field. I want only my pension, the quiet dignity of a life served, but the...

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