The Faded Shield
Santiago Uribe, thirty-two, a senior inspector in the Imperial Court’s Security Bureau, wanted to secure his pension by retiring before the winter solstice. The heat was a physical fact, a wall of dry air that pressed against the shutters of the vestry, making the dust in the beam of light look like suspended gold. I counted the days on my fingers, the calluses from twenty years of service...
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