The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The soup was thick. It smelled of iron and burnt sugar. We sat around the long oak table in the back of the old cannery, the steam rising from the bowls to fog the windows. Outside, the rain hammered against the corrugated tin roof. A steady, industrial drumbeat. It was the end of the shift. The machinery had stopped. The silence inside was heavy, pressing against our eardrums. I looked at my...

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