The Faded Alibi
The road was wet. It was always wet in the north. I walked it again. My boots were old. The leather had cracked. It held. I carried the shield. It was heavy. It was iron. It was mine. I walked for days. The rain did not stop. I did not stop. I am a soldier. I have no name. I have a shield. That is enough. I reached the keep. The stones were cold. The gate was open. I entered. The hall was dark....
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