The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The air tastes of ozone and burnt copper, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat as you press your back against the cold, humming wall of the station platform. You are not where you are supposed to be, not in the physical sense, though the concrete beneath your boots feels solid enough to shatter your knees if you were to fall. Instead, you are suspended in the liminal space between...

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