The Faded Shield
The leather belt cinched around Julian’s waist caught the dull, grey light of the Tuesday morning, a heavy, dark band of calfskin that seemed to absorb the air around him rather than reflect it. You watched it as you walked across the town square, the cobblestones slick with the recent rain, your boots clicking a rhythmic, hollow sound against the stone that felt too loud in the quiet street....
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