The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The mud in the trench was not wet; it was liquid earth, a slurry that sucked at their boots and choked the air with the smell of rot and cordite. Sergeant Elias Thorne gripped his rifle until the wood bit into his palms, his knuckles white, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. He was thirty-two years old, and he had the face of a man who had forgotten how to smile. Across the...

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