The Faded Shield
The rain fell in sheets of grey iron, hammering against the tin roof of the train car until the sound became a single, deafening roar that swallowed the clatter of the wheels and the murmurs of the other passengers. I sat pressed into the corner of my seat, my handbag clutched so tightly against my chest that the leather bit into my palm, a sharp, physical anchor to a world that felt...
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