The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain hit the window with a rhythmic, violent persistence. Thomas sat in the corner of the small, rented room. He did not look at the door. He did not look at the street. He looked at his hands. They were trembling. The tremor was fine, microscopic, like a wire struck by a distant bell. It had been there for three years. Since the fields. Since the mud. Since the silence that followed the...

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