The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a grey curtain that blurred the line between the chapel windows and the wet stone of the nave. Brother Thomas sat alone in the vestry, his hands resting on the cold oak of the desk, fingers tracing the grain like a man feeling for a pulse. He was old. The years had not merely aged him; they had carved him, hollowing out the flesh until he was little...

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