The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The mortar lands three feet from your left boot. You do not flinch. You have learned that flinching breaks the rhythm. The rhythm is the only thing keeping the walls from collapsing. You count the seconds. One. Two. Three. The silence is louder than the blast. Then the ground shakes. Dust falls like gray snow. You stand in the ruins of the clinic. The city around you is a skeleton of brick and...

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