The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The alarm had been ringing for six hours. I sat in the dark. The hum of the server rack was a physical weight. It pressed against my temples. My name is Arthur. I am a senior analyst. I work for the Bureau. We build the walls. We keep the noise out. The red light blinked. One. Two. Three. I reached for my coffee. It was cold. I drank it anyway. It tasted like ash and old copper. I stared at the...

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