The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The ink bleeds into the paper not with a drop but with a sigh, a wet, dark exhalation that stains the fiber and holds it in a permanent, bruised embrace. You are dreaming of the office, the one that no longer exists, where the air tasted of chalk dust and old tobacco and the metallic tang of fear, and you are writing the report that will end everything, your hand moving with a mechanical...

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