The Faded Shield
The shield shatters. It does not break with a bang. It breaks with a sigh. The oak splinters, the painted crest peels away like dead skin, and the iron boss falls to the muddy ground with a dull thud. You hold the broken pieces. Your hands are shaking. You are standing in the middle of the field, the rain mixing with the blood on your face. The enemy is gone. The fight is over. But you are...
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