The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rust on the badge was not rust at all, but a slow, wet hemorrhage that soaked through the leather of my hand, staining the knuckles a deep, arterial red as I stood on the platform of Greywater Station. The air smelled of ozone and wet iron, the specific scent of a storm that had already broken and was now settling into the bones of the earth. I watched the digital clock above the ticket...

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