The Faded Shield
The rain hit the pavement in sheets. Gray. Cold. Unrelenting. Elias stood at the window of his cubicle. The glass was slick. He watched the wipers of a passing car. They moved in a rhythm. Slow. Steady. Broken. Inside the office, the air hummed. Fluorescent lights. A low buzz. The smell of stale coffee. It clung to the back of his throat. He turned from the window. The room felt smaller now....
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