The Faded Shield
The banquet hall of the Ashworth Institute for Advanced Mechanics hummed with a low, electric thrum, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of the bones rather than just the ears. Crystal chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling, casting a fractured, prismatic light over the assembled elite, their faces illuminated by a glow that felt less like warmth and more like the sterile hum of a...
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