The Faded Shield
The fluorescent lights of the Aetheric Correctional hummed with a frequency that made Elias’s teeth ache. He scrubbed the grime from the containment cell’s floor, the bleach fuming in the cold air, his hands raw and bleeding. Twelve years old and already a junior cadet, Elias Vance wanted the commendation pin more than he wanted to breathe. It was the only thing that might crack the ice between...
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