The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The redacted file sat on my desk, the paper thick and yellowed, smelling of damp cellar and old iron. I traced the edge of the folder with my thumb, feeling the cold static that prickled against my skin, a sensation that had lived in my bones for six years since Julian died. It was a Tuesday, and the rain against the windowpane sounded like coins dropping into a deep well, one after another,...

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