The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The glass broke first. Not the window. The shield. My shield. I held it against my chest. It shattered. Pieces of tempered glass and steel sprayed out. They cut my skin. They cut the air. I saw the light through the holes. Cold light. White light. I was in the street. The street was empty. No. Not empty. Full of them. They did not have faces. They had shapes. Grey shapes. Like smoke that...

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