The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

Thorne. The voice came from the back of the patrol vehicle, low and sharp, cutting through the rhythmic thrum of the engine. I didn’t look up. My eyes were fixed on the mud outside the window, where the rain had turned the dirt into a slick, brown paste. I was forty-two years old, and for the last six months, the only thing that had felt heavier than the duty belt across my hips was the air in...

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