The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The mud was not just dirt; it was a living, breathing thing that sought to swallow us whole, a thick, black slurry that smelled of iron and old blood, coating the soles of my boots and the rims of my helmet until I could no longer tell where the earth ended and my body began. I was pinned against the sandbag wall of the forward observation post, my chest heaving against the coarse wool of my...

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