The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain in the Appalachian foothills did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a heavy, gray curtain that smelled of wet slate and the metallic tang of rusted iron, and through this damp veil, Sergeant Elias Thorne walked with his rifle slung low across his chest, the weight of the walnut stock a familiar anchor against his hip, a constant reminder of the violence he had sworn to contain...

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