The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream was always the same. I stood in a field of grey ash, holding a shield that had once been painted bright red but was now the color of old blood. The sky above was not a sky but a ceiling of black water, pressing down, silent and heavy. I tried to raise the shield to block the rain, but the rain passed through it as if it were smoke, soaking my clothes, chilling my bones until I woke in...

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