The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The mud on the road to Oakhaven was thick enough to swallow a horse’s hoof, and the sky above us was the color of a bruise that refused to heal. I walked with my shoulders hunched, trying to make myself small, but the weight of the iron on my back told everyone I was not small. It was a shield, or what was left of one. It had been my father’s, and before him, his father’s. Now it was just a...

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