The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

I woke in the dream. The walls were breathing. They were made of stone. Old stone. Grey and cold. It pulsed with a slow rhythm. A heartbeat. Deep and dark. I knew the place. I had built it. Or so I told myself. My name is Thomas Bradshaw. I am a detective. Or I was. My hands shake now. They used to be steady. They held guns. They held files. They held her. Now they hold nothing but the dust of...

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