The Faded Shield
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the gravel paths of St. Jude’s Rehabilitation Center into a slurry of gray mud that clung to the soles of my boots like a second skin. I stood by the window of the observation deck, watching the trees in the courtyard bend under the weight of the water, their leaves slick and dark, reflecting the dull, overcast sky. Inside, the air was thick with...
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