The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The ink was still wet on the discharge papers when the heat bloomed across my left palm. It was a low, dull burn, like a coal pressed against the skin, and the sigil that lived beneath the dermis flared with a faint, violet luminescence. I looked down at the document, the official seal of the Blackwood District Border Patrol stamped in red wax, and felt the weight of the lie I had just signed....

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