The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The letter lay on the steel desk, the paper yellowed with age, the ink faded to a brown that looked like dried blood. Elias Thorne held it in his left hand, the right hand gripping the hilt of his baton, his knuckles white against the leather. The fluorescent lights of the solitary confinement wing hummed, a low, electric drone that seemed to vibrate in his teeth. He had twenty years of service...

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