The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

I woke from the dream with the taste of iron on my tongue. It was a thick, metallic flavor, like biting into a coin. The sun was just breaking over the hills of Oakhaven, painting the stone walls of the chapel in hues of bruised purple and pale gold. I sat up. My head throbbed. The dream was gone, but the weight of it remained. It had been a simple dream. A shield. A great, round shield of oak...

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