The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The shift log said thirty-two hours. I counted the lines in the ledger, thirty-two red ink marks stretching from the top of the page to the bottom, each one a day I had worked since the last time I slept in my own bed. The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray sheet that turned the courtyard of Blackwood Correctional into a slick, black mirror. I stood there, water running down...

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