The Faded Shield
The dream began with the smell of ozone and wet wool. Elara woke in the grey light of the factory floor. The air was thick. It hung in the lungs. It tasted of iron. She sat up. Her body felt heavy. It was a cage. The walls of the dormitory pressed in. They were made of glass. They were cold. She looked at her hands. They were stained blue. The dye would not wash out. It had gone deep. It was...
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