The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The siren cuts the air like a blade. You are in the basement. The concrete walls sweat. The smell is wet dust and old iron. Your brother, Thomas, stands by the door. He does not look at you. He looks at the clock. The hands are still. The digital display reads 11:58 PM. You check your watch. It is 11:59 PM. We are late. You try to speak. Your throat is tight. You swallowed too much coffee this...

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