The Faded Shield
The brass badge on Sergeant Elias Thorne’s chest had lost its luster years ago, dulled by the friction of wool uniforms and the sweat of long shifts. It was a small, shield-shaped piece of metal, stamped with the crest of the city, but the engraving had worn thin. The eagle’s wings were barely visible, smoothed into a flat, ghostly impression by the constant rubbing against his collar. Elias...
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