The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

Dreams are wet things. They have weight. They smell of iron and wet wool. In the dream, the sky is the color of a bruise, purple and yellow, swelling over the city. The buildings are not buildings but bones. Long, white spines of concrete. The streets are veins. And in the veins, something crawls. Miles woke with his mouth full of dust. He spat it into his palm. It was red. Not blood. Just the...

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