The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The fire started in the boiler room, a dull orange pulse that turned the basement into a kiln before it breached the first floor. You were in the office, sorting the ledger, when the heat hit the glass. It was a dry, hungry heat, the kind that strips the skin from a branch. You did not run. You stood there, watching the soot crawl across the white ceiling, and you thought about the shield. Not...

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