The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The heavy oak door of the cellar clicks shut behind you with a finality that tastes of iron and old dust, sealing you in a world that has forgotten how to breathe. You are twelve, or perhaps thirteen, the exact number having blurred in the amber haze of the long summer afternoon, but you know with the certainty of a stone dropped into deep water that you are alone down here. The air is thick,...

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