The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The smell of the break room was a distinct, metallic tang, a mixture of burnt coffee and the ozone scent of the photocopier that hummed its low, mechanical hymn in the corner. I stood by the sink, scrubbing a chipped ceramic mug, my hands raw and red, the water running cold over knuckles that ached with a deep, structural pain. It was a pain I had carried for years, a physical manifestation of...

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