The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The building stood against the gray sky. It was a monument to order. Concrete and glass. Cold. The doors were heavy. They did not open easily. Inside, the air was recycled. It smelled of nothing. Or of dust. Elias Thorne walked down the hall. His shoes clicked. A rhythmic sound. Tap. Tap. Tap. He carried a shield. It was not metal. It was not wood. It was a file. A thick, leather-bound dossier....

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