The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The building did not burn. It simply exhaled a plume of white vapor that smelled of ozone and old pennies, and then the glass of its upper windows became a field of suspended shrapnel. Margaret Holloway stood in the courtyard, her coat flapping in the sudden, violent updraft, watching the debris fall in a slow, geometric dance. There was no fire. There was no explosion. There was only the...

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