The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream was of green. Not the dry, brittle green of summer hay, but the wet, heavy green of deep forest moss. It pressed against the eyes. It filled the lungs. It tasted of iron and old rain. Wren slept in the small, cold room above the shop. The walls were thick stone. They had been there for three hundred years. They had seen kings and plagues. They did not care about Wren. Wren was a man...

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