The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream was of iron. Not the cold, dead iron of a fence, but the living, breathing iron of a shield. It hung on the wall of the cellar, a great disc of hammered metal, green with verdigris. It did not rust. It did not fade. It waited. Thomas sat up in the narrow cot. The air in the dormitory was thick, smelling of damp wool, stale pipe tobacco, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. He was...

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