The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The ship ran on borrowed time and inherited debt. Bertha Fenwick stood at the northern checkpoint, the air thick with the ozone tang of the recycling level, her hand resting on the hilt of her sidearm. She was thirty-four years old, a senior border enforcement officer, and she had not slept in two days. The deed to her berth was not in her name; it belonged to the estate of the dead, a...

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