The Faded Shield

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2026-08-17 23:57:02 -

The Faded Shield

The rain hit the tin roof like gravel. I packed my bag. The handle was wet. I left the house. I left the door open. The wind rushed in. It smelled of wet earth. It smelled of decay. I walked to the square. The cobblestones were slick. I slipped. I caught myself. My hand shook. The tremor was bad. It started in the fingers. It moved to the wrist. It was the palsy. The doctor called it...

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