The Faded Shield
The shadow was behind me again, a slab of absolute dark that did not move with the wind but with my heartbeat. I stood in the foyer of the O’Malley Estate, the air thick with the scent of lilies and expensive perfume, my hand trembling as it reached into my coat. The leather badge, cracked down the center like dry earth, felt heavy against my hip. It was my father’s, a relic from a time when...
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