The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The brass badge lay heavy in my palm, cold and circular, its surface scratched by two decades of friction against wool and canvas. It was the only thing left of the man who had stood watch at the Kestrel Range for twenty years, a man who believed that duty was a debt paid in silence. I was forty-two, and my knees ached with the particular stiffness of a man who had spent too many nights on the...

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