The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The mud did not smell of rain, but of copper and old bone, a scent that rose from the cracked earth like a sigh from the throat of the earth itself, and I walked through it with my boots sinking to the ankle, feeling the cold seep up into the marrow of my shins with a persistence that defied the thinning air. It was the third day since the convoy had vanished into the grey throat of the valley,...

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