The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream is always the same, a gray static of rain on tin roofs, and you wake with the taste of iron in your mouth, the old taste, the taste of blood and rust that never quite washes away from your teeth no matter how much water you drink. You are seventy years old now, Margaret, and your body feels less like a vessel and more like a leaky boat, creaking under the weight of the damp air that...

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