The Faded Shield
"Did you eat?" The voice is wet. It is the voice of the man who is not there. I chew. The taste is ash. "Yes," I lie. "Liar." I am in the basement. The air is stale. It smells of damp concrete and old paper. I am a detective. Or I was. Now I am a ghost in a machine that is breaking. The door opens. Light spills in. It is blinding. "Marcus," the woman says. "Come out." Her name is Elena. She is...
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