The Faded Shield
The fluorescent lights in the breakroom hummed a low, electric note that seemed to vibrate directly in your molars. You sat alone at the scarred laminate table, the ceramic mug in your hands cold, the coffee inside black and bitter. The badge on your lanyard, a simple plastic rectangle with your name and a photo that looked a little too tired for the position, hung heavy against your chest. It...
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