The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The air in the containment unit tasted of ozone and stale coffee. It was a metallic tang, sharp against the back of the throat, that had become as familiar to me as the hum of the ventilation fans. We had been holding the perimeter for three days. The protocol was clear: maintain distance, monitor the spectral fluctuations, and do not engage. I was a containment specialist, not a soldier, but...

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