The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the glass, a grey, relentless membrane blurring the world outside into a smear of asphalt and sodium light. I stood in the center of the precinct, my badge heavy in my palm, feeling its cold metal bite into my skin. It was not a shield. I had believed it was a shield for twenty years. A curved wall of authority, a barrier between the chaos...

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