The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The iron gate screamed. It was a high, thin shriek that tore through the fog. Margaret stood in the courtyard. Her hands were bleeding. The blood was dark against the pale stone. She looked up. The house loomed. It was not a home. It was a cage made of brick and glass. The windows were black. The doors were locked. She could feel the cold seeping into her bones. It was a deep, structural cold....

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