The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The storm hit at three in the afternoon. It did not ask permission. It did not care about the quarterly reports I was finalizing on my desk in the glass tower on the corner of Fifth and Main. The wind screamed. The windows rattled like teeth chattering in fear. I looked out. The city was turning gray. The rain was not falling. It was being thrown. My phone buzzed. A text from Sarah. Just one...

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