The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The ridge line smelled of sulfur and wet rock, a sharp, acidic bite that coated the back of my throat before the wind even touched my face. I adjusted the strap of my radio, the plastic cold against my neck, and stared into the grey void where the northern pass should have been. "Miller, do you copy?" I said, my voice flat, stripped of anything that sounded like fear. Static hissed. Then, a...

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