The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The air in the basement smelled of wet iron and ozone. Thomas Ashworth stood in the center of the concrete floor, his fingers bleeding. The glass shard was still in his hand. It was not a normal shard. It was a piece of the mirror that had hung in the parlor for forty years. The mirror had cracked. Not from a blow. It had shattered from the inside out. The sound had been a scream. A high, thin...

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