The Faded Shield
The mud is thick and red, sucking at your boots as you run. You are running toward the light, but the light is a blinding white, a sterile hum that vibrates in your teeth. Around you, the air smells of ozone and old blood. You are not a man anymore. You are a shield. You are the barrier between the chaos outside and the fragile, beating heart of the city within. Your name is Thomas, but here,...
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