The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The mud was thick and black, tasting of iron and old rain. Caelen wiped his mouth with a forearm caked in filth. He did not look up. He could not look up. To look up was to see the faces of the men who had been with him a moment ago. They were gone. The silence that followed the clash of steel was not empty. It was full of a heavy, suffocating weight, a pressure against the eardrums that felt...

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