The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The iron shield, dented and cold, sat in Elara’s hands, its surface pitted by years of service and now marked by the fresh, jagged tear that High Magister Vane had inflicted with a single, dismissive stroke of his staff. She stood in the center of the Hall of Whispers, the air thick with the low, psychic hum that the citadel of Aethelgard exhaled from its very stones, a pressure that sat heavy...

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