The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The bread was dry. It was a stale thing, hard as stone. It sat on the table. It was the only thing on the table. Thomas held it. He held it tight. The crust crumbled. It fell to the floor. He did not pick it up. He was not home. Not really. The city was loud. It was always loud. The bells rang in the square. They rang for the dead. They rang for the sick. They rang for the sinners. Thomas...

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