The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The feast had drained the house of its warmth, leaving only the echo of raised voices and the sticky residue of spilled wine on the floorboards. Elias Thorne stood by the window, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the rain streak the glass like tears. He was forty-two, a veteran of the border patrol, a man who had spent twenty years holding lines that others refused to see. He wanted...

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