The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The summons came not as a letter but as a sharp, distinct crack of a door handle, followed by the voice of the Secretary calling my name through the heavy oak panels, a sound that carried the specific, metallic weight of administrative finality. I was thirty-two years old, a Captain with twenty years of service under my belt, and I stood in the antechamber of the Ministry of War, my hand...

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