The Faded Shield
Chapter One Yiannis Zafeiriou stood in the rain-slicked ruins of the station, his hand wrapped around a cracked bronze shield. He was thirty-four, and he had not slept in two days. The metal was hot, vibrating against his palm like a trapped bird. Around him, the concrete walls wept, and the air smelled of wet wool and old rust. He wanted to prove his loyalty to the new regime by delivering...
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