The Faded Shield
The frost in my lungs had become a constant companion, a crystalline intruder that sharpened every breath into a jagged reminder of the body’s inevitable betrayal, and as I stood alone in the high command’s war room, the silence pressing against my eardrums like deep water, I felt the familiar weight of the steel on my chest, not as armor against the world but as a shackle binding me to a duty...
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