The Faded Shield
The alarm screamed. It was a digital shriek, sharp and cold, cutting through the heavy silence of the manor house. My visor flashed red. Critical breach. Sector Four. I did not hesitate. I moved. The hallway was dark, save for the strobing light of my tactical display. Dust motes danced in the beam, suspended in the stagnant air. I checked my weapon. Full auto. Safe off. The house groaned. Wood...
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