The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The road to the Keep was a scar of red clay. I walked it alone. My boots were heavy. The leather was cracked. It smelled of old sweat and rain. I carried my shield. It was round. The wood was pale. The iron boss was dull. This was my face. This was my skin. We were one thing. I had worn it so long the boundary between my breath and the wood had dissolved. I was not a man with a shield. I was...

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