The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain had been falling for four hours, a steady, grey curtain that turned the mud of the Blackwood Ridge into a slurry of brown clay and rotting pine needles. Elias Thorne counted the seconds between each step, a metronome of wet boots and heavy breath, because the alternative was to listen to the hum that was growing louder in his teeth. He was forty-two, a senior warden with twenty years...

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