The Shield

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The cold breeze touched the large sturdy oak door and slammed it shut like it was nothing.
Winter had come. You should hear the loud voices of the thirsty townsmen, but you couldn't see what was going on inside as the mist covered the thin glass windows of The Shield. A town so diffident at day seemed by the noice become rather cocky at night..


To be continued
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