The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The obsidian glass of the tower did not reflect the light; it swallowed it, turning the air inside into a dense, breathing dark that smelled of ozone and old iron. You are Sir Aldric, thirty-two years old, and you are kneeling on the cold floor with your wrists bound by chains of black iron that seem to grow out of the stone itself, the metal biting into your skin with a dull, persistent ache...

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