The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The cough started in the lungs, a dry rattle that sounded like bones grinding against each other in the dark. I was sitting on the edge of my bed, the city lights of Chicago bleeding through the blinds, turning the room into a rhythmic pulse of orange and shadow. The air in the apartment was thick, stale with the scent of old books and the metallic tang of the medicine I had been taking for...

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