The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream does not begin with a sound but with a weight, a heavy, wet pressure settling on your chest as if you have been submerged in a river that has forgotten how to flow, and you are lying in the mud of a field that stretches out into a fog so thick it has texture, a grey wool that chokes the light before it can reach the ground where your brother, Thomas, is standing with his back to you,...

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