The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The iron bit my shoulder. I held the line. The arrow sang. It missed. We are in the mud. The rain is cold. My brother is gone. I remember the workshop now. It was before the fire. Before the law. We made shields. Wood and leather. My hands knew the grain. The wood spoke. It did not lie. My brother, Thomas, had steady hands. He was the master. I was the apprentice. We worked in silence. The city...

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