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... hearth that kept us warm. As a child, the shield was my boat or a roof when the rain doused the land. It was a soothing thing that shield, though plain and functional. My father only ever touched it upon the roar of a foe, the call of one who means to harm. He raised it to keep us safe during the continental war, his heart beating as steady as when he slept. He was sure of himself when he left and so having faith in him was easy, we simply did our best to imitate his ways and yearn to one day be ...
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