The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The glass vial slipped from my fingers, not because of the tremor in my hand, but because the liquid inside it began to boil. I caught it at the last second, my knuckles white, the cold glass biting into my palm. In the sterile, humming silence of the processing room, the sound of my own breathing was the only thing louder than the low, electric hum of the preservation units lining the walls. I...

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