The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The soup is cold. You taste it. It is thick, beige, and tastes of nothing. You are sitting in a small, windowless room. The walls are blue. The chair is metal. Your wife, Sarah, is across from you. She is not looking at you. She is looking at the table. The Director enters. He is tall. He wears a grey suit. He does not sit. He stands. He looks at the clock. The clock ticks. It is a loud sound....

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