The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream was wet. It smelled of iron and damp wool. Thomas sat on the edge of his bed, breathing hard. The rain tapped against the windowpane. It was a steady, industrial rhythm. Tick. Tick. Tick. He looked at his hands. They were shaking. "Up," said a voice from the floor. Thomas flinched. He did not know who had spoken. He did not know where the voice had come from. The room was dark. The...

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