The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The shield hums against your chest, a low frequency that vibrates in your teeth, and you wake with the taste of copper on your tongue. It is three in the morning, the hour when the damp creeps up from the cellar and settles into the floorboards of the estate. You sit up, the wool blanket slipping off your shoulders, and reach for the object hanging on the wall behind the bed. It is cold to the...

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