The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The fog rolled in from the harbor, thick and grey. It tasted of salt and rust. We sat around the long oak table. The air was heavy. The candles burned low. Shadows stretched across the floor. They moved like grasping hands. My father sat at the head. His face was a mask of stone. He did not blink. He did not breathe. I watched his eyes. They were dark. They were empty. I saw myself in them. I...

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