The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The letter lay on the cold iron table. It was a heavy thing, made of thick, cream-colored stock. The paper felt dry under Mabel’s fingers. It smelled of old ink and machine oil. Outside, the steam from the press hissed through the cracks in the door. The sound was a constant, low growl. It was the only sound in the world. Mabel stood before the mirror. It was a small, oval thing, tarnished at...

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