The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain on the glass of the helicopter skied like a thousand tiny needles, blurring the sprawling geometry of the capital into a watercolor smear of grey and steel. You sat in the back, knees pressed together, watching the city shrink below. Your hands were still. That was the first thing you noticed. They weren’t shaking. After thirty years of holding rifles, holding doors, holding back the...

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