The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream was wet. It tasted of copper and old rain. Walter woke with a gasp. His heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. The room was cold. The fire had died down to grey ash. He sat up. The quilt slipped from his shoulders. He looked at his hands. They were steady. They were always steady. That was the problem. He stood. The floorboards groaned under his weight. He walked to the...

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