The Faded Shield
Shobha Pillai stood at the window of forty-two of NineElm Crossing, the cracked ceramic shield heavy in her hands, watching the ferry cross the unnaturally blue water. The lease was up, the rent doubled, and the city had ordered the demolition of her ancestral home under a banner of "structural instability." She knew the foundation was sound; she had poured the concrete herself, decades ago,...
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