The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The shield hung by the hearth. It was old. The wood was black. The paint was gone. Only a ghost of blue remained. It looked like dried blood. It looked like the sky before a storm. It looked like nothing. Thomas stood before it. He was small. His hands were cold. He was twelve. His mother watched him. She did not speak. She held a cup of tea. The steam curled up. It smelled of mint and iron....

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