The Faded Shield
The alarm did not ring. That was the first wrong thing, and you would spend the next three hours trying to explain why your ears, usually tuned to the faintest tick of the clock in the lobby, had remained perfectly, unnaturally silent while the world outside the glass walls of the Bureau for Paranatural Anomalies dissolved into ash. You were sitting at your desk, the wood scarred by the rings...
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