The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream is not a place you go but a weight you carry, a heavy, wet wool blanket draped over your shoulders that smells of rain on hot asphalt and the metallic tang of old blood, and you wake in the center of the stone floor with your lungs heaving as if you have just run from a fire that does not exist, the air in the room thick with the silence of men who have forgotten how to breathe...

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