The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The mud sucked at their boots with a wet, rhythmic thud. It was a sound like breathing. Like a living thing trying to pull them down into the dark, cold earth. Thomas Ashworth wiped the slime from his face. He felt the grit under his fingernails. He felt the ache in his left knee. It throbbed in time with his heartbeat. A steady, painful drum. They were walking. Just walking. There were four of...

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