The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The truck hit the first barricade at dusk. We were three deep, a line of shadows stretching back into the gray rain. I sat in the passenger seat, my hands steady on the dashboard. My hands never shook. That was the lie I told myself. That they were steady because I was calm. They were steady because I had forgotten how to feel anything else. Sergeant Miller drove. He did not look at me. He...

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