The Faded Shield
"You missed it," said the Chief. His voice was thin. It cut through the heavy silence of the room. He sat behind a desk of dark mahogany. The wood was polished to a mirror shine. It reflected his tired eyes. He looked at the file. He tapped the paper with one finger. The tap was sharp. It echoed in the small space. Elias stood by the window. The glass was cold under his hand. Outside, the city...
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