The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The bread was stone. Not metaphorically. I mean the crust. It had hardened in the oven’s belly for too long. I broke a piece off. It crumbled. Dust. Gray. White. It tasted of ash and old sweat. I swallowed. My throat burned. This was the only meal. This was the whole of my sustenance. I am a finder. That is my title. A finder of lost things. Or rather, a finder of the people who lost them. I...

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