The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The train leaves at dawn. You watch the steam curl from the vents, a gray ghost against the blue sky of the industrial valley. The air smells of coal dust and wet iron. This is the smell of your life now. It is the smell of the place you are leaving, though you have been here only three months. Three months in the town of Oakhaven, where the factories never truly sleep. You stand on the...

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