The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain hits the slate roof. It sounds like knuckles rapping on a door that will not open. You stand at the window. You are old. Your knees ache. The pain is a familiar guest. It does not knock. It simply sits. It waits. You look out. The town is grey. The church spire pokes through the mist. You know every stone. You have walked these streets for forty years. You are the Keeper. Or so they...

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