The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

Thorne, your shift ends at zero-hundred, pack up your gear. The voice of the supervisor, Miller, came through the intercom with the flat, metallic finality of a door slamming in an empty hall, cutting off the low hum of the ventilation system that had been my only companion for the last six hours. I stood in the narrow office, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and stale coffee, and...

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