The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream was always the same, a recurring fever of green and rot. I stood in the cellar of the Abbey of St. Jude, the air thick with the scent of wet earth and old stone, and the great oak—the Faded Shield—had burst through the flagstones. Its roots, pale and knotted like the tendons of a giant, gripped the foundations, whispering in voices that were not quite human. I woke with the taste of...

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