The Faded Shield
The concrete slab did not crack, but the world beneath it shuddered, a deep, tectonic groan that rose through the soles of my boots and settled, cold and heavy, in the marrow of my bones, signaling not an earthquake but the final, quiet surrender of the infrastructure that had held our city’s rigid order together for decades, and I stood there in the gray pre-dawn mist, the rain slicking my...
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