The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The road out of Harrow Creek was not a straight line, but a slow unraveling of gray gravel and dry grass, winding up into the hills where the air tasted of iron and old stone. Elias Thorne sat in the cab of his truck, the engine idling with a low, rhythmic thrum that vibrated through the soles of his boots. He was a man who built things with his hands, a carpenter of fine detail, but for the...

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