The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The bell rang once. Then twice. The sound was wet, like a stone dropped into deep water. It echoed in the stone hall. The air was thick. It tasted of dust and old blood. Young Thomas sat on the cold floor. He was small. His hands were shaking. He held the shield. It was not large. It was a disc of dark wood. The paint was peeling. Red and gold remained. It was his father’s shield. Now it was...

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