The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain against the windowpane of the conference room did not sound like rain, but rather like the static hiss of a dying server, a white noise that seemed to scrub the air clean of any lingering scent of the coffee you had drunk an hour ago, leaving behind only the sterile, metallic taste of ozone and regret. You sat at the far end of the mahogany table, your hands folded so tightly around...

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