The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

You wake in a hospital bed that smells of bleach and old paper. The ceiling tiles are yellowed, stained by leaks that have long since dried into maps of forgotten continents. You are not alone. Your father sits in a plastic chair beside you. He is older than you remember. His hands, once capable of gripping a hammer with the force of a man who could split oak, now tremble like dry leaves in a...

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