The Faded Shield
The rain did not fall so much as it suspended itself, a fine, gray mist that clung to the skin and settled into the pores, erasing the boundary between the living and the damp earth beneath our feet. We were four men, bound not by blood or oath, but by a shared affliction that had consumed our faculties and left us hollow, vibrating with a frequency that the rest of the world had long since...
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