The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The shield hung above the mantelpiece, faded to the colour of weak tea. It had belonged to someone once—his grandfather, perhaps, or a great-grandfather—some man in uniform standing at the edge of a war the family told about in fragments, like stories overheard in another room. Edward Ashworth had never been one for relics. He was a man of glass and steel, of the modern world where everything...

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