The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain fell like a fine grey ash. It coated the cobblestones of the market square. It soaked into the wool of the coats. It seeped into the bone. Miles stood by the gate. He waited for the cart. He held the shield. It was not a shield of iron. It was a shield of paper. A scroll. A testament. It was thin. It was fragile. It was everything he had left. The cart arrived. It was heavy. It was...

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