The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The brass shield sat in Leo’s hands, cold and heavy, its surface pitted by rust and time. It was a relic, a scrap of metal that had fallen from the sky of his father’s memory before the man had even stopped breathing. Leo stood in the center of the St. Jude’s Home lobby, the fluorescent lights humming a low, sickly note that seemed to drill into his teeth. The air smelled of floor wax and stale...

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