The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The bell rang once. Then again. The sound was wrong. It did not ring for the hour. It rang for the end. Wesley stood in the mud. The rain fell in sheets, cold and heavy. It soaked through his tunic. It ran down his back. He did not move. He held the shield. It was oak. It was painted red. The paint was peeling. The wood was splintered. It had seen three winters. It had seen two wars. Now it was...

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