The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain against the window of the precinct break room sounded like a slow, rhythmic drumming, a low thrum that seemed to come from the floorboards themselves rather than the sky above. I sat with my back against the cold steel of the vending machine, the hum of the compressor vibrating through my spine, and I watched my hands. They were still. That was the first thing I noticed, after the...

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