The Faded Shield
The shell did not scream; it thudded, a dull, wet sound like a sack of grain dropped from a great height, and then the world simply ceased to be where it had been a second before. I was lying in the mud, my face pressed against the cold, wet earth, the taste of iron and old blood thick on my tongue, when I realized the silence was wrong. It was not the quiet of a lull, but the absolute,...
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