The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The fire took the roof first. It did not take the walls, not yet. The heat was a living thing, a red hand pressing against my eyes. I stood in the yard, the mud sucking at my boots, and watched the oak beams twist. The sky above was not black but a bruised purple, choked with smoke. Below, the earth shook. This was the judgment. I knew it was the judgment. My name is Thomas. I was the keeper. I...

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