The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a gray and suffocating curtain that smelled of wet wool and rotting heather, and I walked beneath it with a rhythm that had beaten in my chest for forty years, a slow and heavy drumbeat that I could no longer outrun, and the road stretched out before me into the mist, a ribbon of black mud winding through the hills that seemed to lean in and...

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