The Faded Shield

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2026-08-19 23:21:02 -

The Faded Shield

The rain fell hard. It hammered the tin roof. I shook my head. Water dripped from my hair. I was walking. We were walking. "Keep up, Silas." I kept up. My boots were wet. They were heavy. The mud sucked at my heels. I pulled them free. Again. And again. The sky was gray. A low, bruised gray. It hung over the fields. The fields were dead. Brown stubble. No green. No life. Just the smell of rot....

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