The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain against the windowpane of the apartment on the forty-second floor did not sound like water but like a fine, persistent sandpaper being drawn across the skin of the world, a sensation that Eleanor Vance had long ago learned to translate not into anxiety but into a kind of physical erosion, as if the very molecules of her being were being slowly ground down by the relentless, gray...

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