The Faded Shield
The iron gate was locked. You knew it was. You had checked it three times before the fog rolled in from the river, thick and cold, smelling of rust and wet coal. The Ashworth estate loomed ahead, a jagged scar against the gray sky. It was not a home. It was a machine for keeping people out. And inside that machine, your brother, Thomas, was dying. You were twelve. Small for your age. You wore a...
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