The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The invoice lay flat on the dashboard, pinned by a wad of gum. It listed a debt of three hundred and forty dollars, plus interest, for services rendered in 2019. You signed it. The pen squeaked against the paper, a dry, rasping sound that cut through the hum of the engine. You were forty-two years old, and the rust on the truck’s fender was the color of dried blood. The Nevada sun beat down on...

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