The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain hit the mud. It did not stop. You stood in the square. The mud sucked at your boots. It was cold. The air smelled of wet wool and fear. You looked around. The village was quiet. Too quiet. Thomas was beside you. He held his sword tight. His hands shook. We waited for them. They came from the east. The King’s men. They wore red. The color of blood. The color of sin. There were three of...

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