The Faded Shield

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2026-08-18 12:44:41 -

The Faded Shield

The rain hits the canvas of the tent with a sound like static. You are awake. You have not slept in three days. The cold is a physical weight, pressing against your ribs, stealing the heat from your blood. You look at the man beside you. He is dead. Or he is not. His eyes are open, staring at the wet ceiling, but the light behind them is gone. His name was Silas. He was a good man. He had the...

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