The Faded Shield

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2026-08-17 21:35:23 -

The Faded Shield

The rain does not fall so much as it is pressed into the wet concrete of the yard by the weight of the night, a cold, industrial mist that soaks through your wool uniform until you feel the dampness settling into your marrow, a heavy, gray second skin. You are pinned against the brick wall of the station’s rear entrance, your back aching with a dull, rhythmic throb that mirrors the hammering of...

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