The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream began with the scent of wet loam and the heavy, metallic taste of copper on the tongue. Thomas Ashworth lay suspended in the dark, his mind a tangled garden of half-formed thoughts, when the shadow of a great stag appeared before him. Its antlers were not bone, but twisted iron, rusted and heavy, dripping with a viscous, black sap. It did not breathe; it simply stood, a monument to a...

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