The Faded Shield
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the boundary between the cobblestones of the square and the wet, breathing pavement of the city, a city that had no name on any map I had ever seen but which I knew in my marrow because it was the only place where the silence between words had a weight that could crush a man’s lungs. I stood there,...
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