The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

You wake. The mud is cold. It sucks at your boots. You are not alone. Look. The others are there. Thomas is on his knees. He is shaking. He holds a piece of iron. It is rusted. It is shaped like a shield. Or a leaf. It is hard to tell. The shape has melted into the dirt. Thomas looks at you. His eyes are wet. He does not speak. He cannot. The silence is heavy. It presses against your chest. You...

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