The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The hand was wrong. It was too big. Or perhaps he was too small. Elias Ketter held the object in his left palm. It was a shield. Not a wooden one, nor a metal plate, but a thing of leather and bone, worn smooth by decades of grip. The strap was frayed. The boss in the center was dented. It looked like a piece of old skin. He flexed his fingers. The leather creaked. It sounded like a dry twig...

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