The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, persistent mist that clung to the glass of the observation deck and turned the world below into a watercolor of gray and slate. I sat in the corner of the briefing room, the one with the cracked leather seat that squeaked whenever I shifted my weight, and I watched the rain trace its slow, deliberate paths down the windowpane. It was a small,...

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