The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The oak table held the weight of the silence. It was a heavy silence, the kind that settles in old houses like dust in the corners of a room. Thomas sat at the head. He was a man of books and quiet habits. His hands were folded on the wood. They were trembling slightly. He did not move them. "Read it again," his father said. Thomas looked up. His father, Edward, sat at the other end. The...

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