The Faded Shield

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2026-08-17 21:38:18 -

The Faded Shield

You wake with blood in your mouth. It tastes like copper and old iron. You are not a knight. You are not a lord. You are a prisoner. The chains bite into your wrists. They are heavy. They are cold. You look at your hands. They are shaking. The cell is small. The walls are damp. Moss grows in the cracks. A single window lets in a grey light. It is morning. Or it is evening. Time does not matter...

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