The Faded Shield
The iron shield you have carried since the age of seven is not a weapon, but a grave, and it is only now, in the final, gasping twilight of your life, that you realize the weight of it has not been protecting you from the world, but rather suffocating the world out of you, a slow and silent strangulation that has turned your very breath into a rusted, grinding sound that echoes in the hollows...
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