The Faded Shield
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the gravel road into a slurry of brown mud and broken stone. Thomas Ashworth sat in the cab of the heavy transport truck, his hands resting on the steering wheel as if it were the only solid thing left in the world. He was a man carved from the same material as the truck: utilitarian, weathered, and built to endure. Beside him in the passenger...
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