The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

I woke with the taste of iron and cold dust in my mouth, the lingering phantom of a dream where my hands were wrapped in bandages that had turned black with age. I could not remember the face of the man who had bound me, only the way his fingers had pressed into the soft flesh of my palms, a pressure that felt less like a threat and more like a familiar, crushing embrace. The morning light...

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