The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain had stopped, but the mud remained, thick as wet clay, sucking at the boots of the men who crouched in the trench. "You’re walking into it, Elias." The voice did not come from the mouth of the man beside him. It came from the air, flat and dry, like a paper bag being crumpled. "Miller is waiting. He says he’s cold." Sergeant Elias Thorne tightened his grip on the rusted iron shield he...

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