The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream was always the same: a bowl of honey curdling into black sludge, the sweetness turning to rot in the back of his throat. Thomas woke with a gasp, his heart hammering against the ribs of his thin wool shirt. The candle on the table sputtered, casting long, jagged shadows across the stone walls of his cell in the Abbey of St. Jude. He did not pray. He reached for the jar of willow bark...

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