The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain had been falling on the roof of the mill for three days, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate in the very marrow of my bones. I sat alone in the attic, surrounded by the dust motes dancing in the shafts of grey light that cut through the single, grimy window. In my hands, I held the shield. It was not a thing of steel or iron, but a patchwork of fabric and thread,...

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