The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream came first. It always does. I stood in a field of ash. The sky was the color of old iron. In my hand, I held a shield. It was not a weapon. It was a piece of my skin. I felt the weight of it. It was heavy. It was warm. Then the wind came. It tore the shield from my grip. It shattered on the ground. The sound was like a bone breaking. I woke up. The room was dark. The coal fire had...

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