The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The coffee in the mug was cold, its surface a skin of grease that caught the low, amber light of the desk lamp, and I counted the seconds between the tremors in my hand, one, two, three, before I set the ceramic down on the scratched laminate of the table where the divorce papers lay stacked in a neat, bureaucratic pile that smelled of toner and finality. Mara stood by the window, her back to...

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