The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The banquet hall of the Obsidian Keep smelled of roasted pheasant and old dust, a cloying sweetness that coated the back of my throat. I sat at the far end of the long table, my hands resting on the white linen, watching the blackness creep across my fingertips like ink spilled on paper. The Rot was hungry tonight. Around me, the courtiers laughed, their voices bright and brittle as breaking...

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