The Faded Shield

added blog Literature

2026-08-19 03:54:07 -

The Faded Shield

The dream had a taste. Copper and rust. I woke with my tongue coated in it. My name is Elias. I am fifty-two. I am tired. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The clock in the hall ticked. Tick. Tick. Tick. Each sound a hammer blow. I stood up. My knees cracked. Old joints. Worn gears. I walked to the window. The street below was empty. Grey light. Industrial fog. It clung to the rooftops. It choked...

0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews