The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain hammered against the single-pane window of the precinct’s holding room, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that felt less like weather and more like an accusation. You stood in the corner, arms crossed, watching the water streak down the glass in distorted, weeping lines. The room was small, sterile, and smelled of wet wool and old coffee. It was a box. A concrete box designed to break...

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