The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that smelled of wet iron and extinguished coals. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood on the platform of the locomotive, his boots caked in the black mud of the valley, watching the station dissolve into the mist behind him. He held the object in his left hand, wrapped in a piece of oilcloth that had long since lost its...

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