The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The damp bit into my bones, a cold that had settled into the marrow over two years of hiding in this cellar. I sat on the bare stone floor, the only light a single, sickly beam cutting through a high, barred window. In my hands, I held the shield. It was my father’s, a tarnished disc of silver engraved with a lion that had once roared with pride but now looked only like a beast starving for...

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