The Faded Shield
The glass shattered. It did not break like a window. It did not break like a mirror. It broke like a scream. A high, thin shriek that tore through the heavy velvet silence of the attic. Thomas stood in the center of the room. His hands were empty. His heart was full. The object lay in pieces on the floorboards. Shards of pale, frosted crystal. A shield. No, not a shield. A heart. A made thing....
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