The Faded Shield
The dream always began with the sound of wet leather stretching against bone, a visceral, creaking pull that echoed in the hollows of the jaw and the temples. It was a sensation of expansion, of the skin becoming too tight for the vessel it contained, forcing the protagonist to look inward, to the place where the uniform had fused with the flesh. In this recurring nocturnal theater, the...
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