The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The mud on the estate’s front steps was deep and red, churned by the boots of men who no longer cared for cleanliness. I stood at the threshold, my hands trembling not from cold but from the effort of holding the line. The boundary shield, a faint, hum of pale light that only I could see, stretched from the oak doorframe to the iron gate. It cost me. I felt it in the joints, in the grey...

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