The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a thick, gray curtain that smelled of wet copper and old rot. Elias Vane counted the bruises forming on his knuckles, one for each man he had sent sprawling into the mud, three for the one who had tried to bite him, and four for the final, humiliating strike that had left him gasping on the wet pavement of Main Street. He was forty years...

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