The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain hit the windshield with a rhythm that sounded like static. It was a gray, featureless rain, the kind that erased the horizon and turned the world into a smear of wet slate and dying leaves. Elias Thorne sat in the driver’s seat of the sedan, his hands resting loosely on the wheel. They did not grip. He had learned, in the last few days, that gripping only made the shivering worse....

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