The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain did not fall; it hovered, a grey mist that clung to the wool coats of the men as they departed the garrison. There was no ceremony, only the grinding of mud under boots and the distant, dull thud of a train leaving the station. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of the yard, watching his unit disperse into the fog. He was not looking at the soldiers. He was looking at the shield. It was...

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