The Faded Guest
The badge fell from my neck with a dull, heavy thud against the linoleum. It was a small sound, but in the sterile silence of the intake corridor, it sounded like a bone breaking. I stared at it. A shield. Silver. Stamped with the seal of the Department of Anomalous Containment. I had worn it for twelve years. It had been my skin, my justification, my armor. Now it lay there, cold and dead,...
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