The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream began not with sound, but with the weight of the cold. Elias stood in a field of white ash that stretched to a horizon made of grey mist. He held a shield in his left hand. It was not metal, nor was it wood. It was a slab of compressed silence, translucent and heavy, vibrating with a low hum that he felt in his teeth rather than heard in his ears. The shield was his father’s. Or...

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