The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The centrifuge spun at four thousand revolutions per minute, a low, grinding hum that vibrated through the soles of my boots and into the marrow of my shins. I checked the pressure gauge on the containment unit, the needle trembling just below the red line, and calculated the remaining hours until my pension vested. Three days. That was all it took to secure the monthly deposit that would keep...

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