The Faded Shield
The air in the High Court of Aethelgard did not smell of dust or decay, but of ozone and wet stone, a heavy, electric scent that clung to the back of the throat and tasted of copper. Commander Elias Thorne stood at the center of the obsidian floor, his boots planted firmly on the cold surface, while the Great Seal, a massive disc of black glass suspended in the center of the room, hummed with a...
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