The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

You stand in the mud. It is black. It is wet. It smells of rot and iron. You are alone. Or you think you are. The fog is thick. It eats the light. It eats the town. Harrow’s End. A place of soot and silence. The factory chimney puffs. Black smoke into a grey sky. You hold your hands up. They are empty. They used to hold the shield. Not a metal thing. No. A paper shield. A promise. A contract....

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