The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The blood is hot. It soaks the wool of your coat. You taste copper. It tastes like old pennies and iron. The sky above is gray. It is a flat, dead gray. No clouds. Just a heavy, suffocating sheet of nothing. You are running. Your lungs burn. They are two sacks of wet sand. You drag them up your chest. You drag them down. The ground shakes. It shakes with every step. The mud sucks at your boots....

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