The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain did not fall; it hung. It suspended in the air of the cellar like a gray mist, thick with the scent of wet stone and rotting wood. Margaret stood by the iron stove, her hands wrapped around a mug of cold tea. She was not alone. In the corners, where the light from the single bulb failed to reach, shapes shifted. They were not shadows, not quite. They were the presence of things that...

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