The Faded Shield
The rain does not fall here. It presses against the window glass like a thumb, persistent and cold. You wipe the fog from the pane with a rag that has lost its color, gray against the gray of the sky outside. The office is empty. It has been empty for three days, since the notice was posted, since the keys were taken, since the silence became a physical weight in the room. You are the only one...
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