The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain against the window of the storage unit was a rhythmic, indifferent drumming. It did not care about the contents within. It did not care about the man standing in the center of the concrete floor, holding a rusted iron bar that had once been a shield, or the woman leaning against the stacked boxes in the corner, her arms crossed tight against her chest. You are standing in the dark. The...

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