The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The vial is empty. Put it in the drawer. I looked at the glass. It was clear, cold, and utterly useless. I had spent three weeks distilling the compound, my hands trembling not from age but from the sheer, vibrating intensity of the work. The air in the laboratory was thick with the scent of camphor and ozone, a sharp, metallic taste that coated the back of my throat. I am forty-two years old....

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