The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The bronze medal still hung from its ribbon on the mantelpiece, faded to the colour of weak tea, its surface clouded with a patina that no amount of rubbing would remove. Julian Ashworth stood before it each morning before breakfast, as he had done for three years since his father's death, and felt that familiar tightening in his chest—the one that had nothing to do with hunger and everything...

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