The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The fog was not merely weather; it was a presence that pressed against my chest, thick and wet, smelling of rotting pine and old blood. I stood at the edge of the ridge, the cold biting through my wool coat, and looked down into the valley where the fever camp sprawled like a bruise on the earth. My name is Elias, and I am thirty-two years old, a border patrol officer who has spent the last...

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