The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream was always the same. It was a field of white ash. I stood in the center of it. The wind tasted of iron. Around me, the trees were stripped to bone, their branches scratching at a sky that was not blue but the color of a bruise. I was looking for something. I do not know what. I only know that my hands were empty and my chest was full of a cold, heavy stone. In the dream, I wear the...

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