The Faded Shield
“You are dismissed.” The King’s voice was not loud, but it carried the weight of a gavel striking wood, final and absolute. I stood in the antechamber, the morning light cutting sharp diagonal lines across the stone floor, illuminating the dust motes that danced in the stale air. I had spent three nights compiling the ledger of anomalies, cross-referencing the dates of the court physicians’...
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