The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled from the bruised purple belly of the sky, a heavy, industrial mist that smelled of wet iron and rotting coal. It seeped through the flimsy canvas of the tent, soaking the straw mattress until it felt less like a bed and more like a grave lined with damp earth. Arthur Penhaligon lay there, his body a map of aches that throbbed in time with the...

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