The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream was not of battle, but of the river. It was a wide, gray thing, moving with a sluggish, muscular strength that seemed to breathe. I stood on the bank, my boots sunk into the mud, holding a shield that was no longer a shield. It was a slab of frozen water, clear and brittle, reflecting a sky that had no sun. In the reflection, I saw myself, but the face was wrong. The eyes were too...

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