The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The air in the Great Hall of the Britannia Ironworks was thick with the scent of ozone and roasted chestnuts, a paradoxical mixture that hung heavy over the heads of the three hundred attendees. It was the annual Founders’ Gala, a night when the men in their stiff collars and the women in their silk gowns pretended that the soot of the city had no place in their lungs. Margaret stood near the...

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