The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

"You are late," the overseer said, not looking up from his ledger. I stood in the gray light of the seed-library night desk, clutching the shield-shaped seal, my knuckles white against its faded surface. The dusting had stopped the city three days prior, a physical fact that settled in our lungs and on the ledgers alike, but here, in the reclaim dome of printed streets, the air was still and...

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