The Faded Shield
The shield was gone. I knew it was gone before I looked at my left arm, before the cold morning air bit into the chafed skin where the leather strap had been for three days. It was gone, and with it, the weight that had held my world together. I stood in the center of the square in Oakhaven, the cobblestones slick with dew, and waited for the sound that never came. There was no clatter of chain...
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