The Faded Shield
You walk. The road is hard. The mud is deep. You walk because you must. You do not ask why. You ask only how far. The forest is thick here. The trees are old. Their branches twist like broken arms. The light is grey. It filters down in thin, cold sheets. You feel it on your face. It is not warm. It is never warm. Your armor is heavy. It clinks against your leg. It bites into your shoulder. You...
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