The Faded Shield
The glass shattered. Not broke. Shattered. Commander Elias Thorne stood in the center of the room. The air tasted of ozone and copper. He did not blink. He could not blink. The shards hung suspended in the amber light, a galaxy of frozen rain. He had been a soldier. Now he was a thing. The tablet lay on the floor. The screen was dead. The food was gone. "Thorne," said the voice in his head. It...
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