The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The mud is cold. It seeps into your boots. You are seven years old. Your name is Thomas. You are alone. The city is old. Stone towers rise. Shadows lengthen. You hold a shield. It is small. Wood and leather. Faded. The paint is gone. It is just wood now. You walk fast. The street is empty. No one sees you. You are invisible. Your stomach hurts. You are hungry. You have not eaten in two days....

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