The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The letter lay on the desk, the ink still wet and glistening like a fresh wound, and I stared at it until the words blurred into a smear of black void, the silence of the office pressing against my eardrums with a weight that felt less like air and more like water. I was forty years old, a senior inspector with twenty-two years of service etched into the lines of my face, yet I felt as hollow...

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