The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The ledger said four hundred and twelve tokens, but my hands counted three hundred and ninety-eight. I had been at the bench for six hours, the fluorescent tube above me buzzing a low, sick note that seemed to vibrate in my molars. The light was flat and yellow, the kind that makes old paper look like dried skin. I am Mara, forty-two, a junior archivist in a state repository that smells of...

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