The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The hydraulic press hissed, a long, metallic exhalation that vibrated through the soles of my boots. I stood in the center of the sealed basement, my hands white-knuckled around the cold steel railing of the inspection platform, watching Marcus Vane check his watch. The air here was thick, tasting of wet concrete and old grease, a heavy smell that coated the back of my throat. I had spent...

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