The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The fog in the Blackwood Ridge wasn’t weather; it was a presence, thick and gray, swallowing the pine trunks until the forest felt like the inside of a lung. Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old and a border patrol agent with twelve years of service, adjusted the strap of his rifle and checked his watch. It was 0600 hours. He had four hours before the temperature dropped enough to freeze the mud...

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