The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain hits the windowpane. A thin, steady drumming. You sit in the chair. The leather is worn. It smells of old sweat and dust. You are tired. Your hands are shaking. They will not stop. You look at the wall. There is a crack in the plaster. It runs down like a vein. You trace it with your eyes. You have traced it a thousand times. You know this house. You know the floorboards that creak....

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