The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The shovel bit into the hard clay of the garden with a sound like a bone snapping, and I heaved the earth back onto the pile, my hands slick with the dark, wet soil that smelled of iron and old rain. I was digging for the shield, though I told myself I was only clearing the overgrown nettles that had choked the boundary wall, a task that had consumed the better part of three days and left my...

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