The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream is always the same: a shield, tarnished and dented, hanging on a wall of black stone. You are five years old, and the metal is cold to the touch, colder than the winter air that seeps through the cracks in the window. Your father’s hand is over yours, guiding your fingers to the center, where the engraving has worn smooth. He does not speak, but you feel the vibration of his breath, a...

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