The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain in the valley of Ashwood does not fall so much as it hangs, a thick, grey curtain that smells of wet stone and rotting oak, and you stand at the edge of the cliff where the world ends and the mist begins, holding the shield that has been your second skin for forty years, feeling the weight of it in your shoulders not as a burden but as a bone structure, a physical manifestation of the...

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