The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The ink on my palm did not dry; it seeped, a cold, viscous tide that mapped the topography of my soul onto the skin, turning the lines of my life into a jagged, unreadable script of guilt and grief. I stood in the center of the village square, the cobblestones slick with the rain that had fallen for three days without pause, and I watched the shield I had carried for forty years crumble into...

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