The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain hit the pavement in hard, flat sheets. It smelled of wet asphalt and old iron. I stood under the awning of the closed laundromat. My badge hung heavy on my chest. It was a cold weight. A dead weight. My name is Arthur. I was a cop for twenty years. Not for glory. For the rent. For the heat. For the food on the table. The city was a machine. I was a gear. We all were. The gears grind....

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