The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The leather was cracked. I knew the sound of it before I saw the light. It was a dry, brittle whisper, like a bone snapping underfoot in the frost. I held the shield in my hands, the weight of it familiar, the weight of it heavy. It was not a heavy thing by nature. Oak and iron. But time had added its own mass to the grain. Time was a thief that did not take coins. It took years. It took...

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