The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The tin shield sat on the workbench. It was dented. Rust webbed its face. Elias held it. His hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. The workshop smelled of sawdust and old oil. It smelled of home. It smelled of the end. Elias was a man of few words. He was a man of many tools. He had crossed the ocean for this. He had crossed the ocean to build. To fix. To keep things standing. But things had a...

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