The Faded Shield
The silver platter trembled in Elias’s hands, the weight of it a sudden, heavy anchor in the swirling air of the ballroom. He was forty-two, and for the first time in twenty years, the uniform felt less like armor and more like a costume ill-fitting to the frame beneath. He stood at the center of the room, the focal point of a retirement banquet that was supposed to be a celebration of duty,...
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