The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

I woke from a dream where the air tasted of iron and old ash, the weight of it pressing against my chest like a stone submerged in deep water. It was the kind of sleep that leaves no residue of rest, only the hollow ache of a body that has forgotten how to hold still. I lay there in the dark of the small room above the mill, listening to the rain tap a frantic, irregular rhythm against the...

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