The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The glass is already broken. You stand in the center of the room. It is a small room. Concrete walls. One window. High up. You cannot open it. The air is stale. It smells of dust and old metal. You hold the shards in your hand. They cut into your palm. You do not feel the pain. You feel the cold. A large bird sits on the sill. It is a hawk. Its feathers are matted. One wing hangs low. It looks...

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