The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain did not fall. It hovered. I stood in the center of the grey expanse. The ground was not dirt. It was a fine, pale dust that tasted of chalk and old pennies. Above me, the sky was a solid slab of bruised purple. There was no sun. There was no wind. Just the wet, still air that pressed against my skin like a damp cloth. I looked down at my hands. They were clean. They were always clean...

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