The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The ink on the badge was still wet when I handed it over, a dark smudge against the brass that looked less like a symbol of order and more like a bruise forming on the skin of the town, and I remember standing there in the rain, watching the droplets bead up on the polished surface, each one a tiny, distorted mirror reflecting the faces of the men who were taking it from me, their expressions a...

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