The Faded Shield
I woke in the grey dawn to the sound of my own breathing, a rhythmic, mechanical rasp that seemed to echo in the empty rooms of the old estate, and for a moment I could not distinguish the silence of the waking world from the dense, suffocating quiet of the dream that had just released me, a dream in which the great oak trees of the valley were not trees at all but towering, petrified columns...
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