The Faded Shield

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2026-08-19 11:47:01 -

The Faded Shield

The dream is always the same. It is a house made of smoke and iron, standing in a field that does not exist. The walls are thin, breathing in and out with a rhythm that matches your own. You know every room by the way the light fails to reach them. You know the smell of the dust, which is not dust but ground-down bone. You are awake in the dark of the attic, and your body is a cage of aches....

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