The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream began with the sound of tearing silk. It was a wet, sharp sound. Like a vein snapping. Like a branch breaking under the weight of a bad storm. Elias opened his eyes. He was not in his bed. He was not in his house. He stood in a room made of glass. The walls were transparent. But they did not show the world outside. They showed the world inside. He looked at his hands. They were old....

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