The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The iron bar lay cold against my spine, a familiar weight that had long since ceased to be merely a weapon and had become an extension of my own failing body. I sat in the dim, amber-lit corner of the officers’ mess, the air thick with the smell of stale tobacco, cheap port, and the metallic tang of old blood that seemed to seep from the walls themselves. It was the winter of 1912, and the...

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