The Faded Shield
The demolition order sat on the metal table, its edges curling slightly in the damp air of the basement. Elias Thorne adjusted his glasses, the plastic frames cold against his temples, and read the date of the final clearance. Three weeks. The document was standard issue, grey paper with a red header, listing the structural hazards that justified the erasure of the old municipal archive. It was...
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