The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

You are the hand. Or so you tell yourself. You are the extension of the will. You are the instrument. The President’s voice is distant. It comes through the glass. It comes through the air. It is cold. It is clean. You are in the room. The room is white. The lights are bright. They hum. They buzz. You feel the hum in your teeth. You feel the buzz in your bones. The President stands by the...

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