The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The train smells of rust. You sit by the window. Rain streaks the glass. It blurs the world. The world is gray. The town is Harrowgate. It is a place of smoke. And steel. You are here to work. You are not here to live. The car slows. It grinds. It stops. The doors open. Air rushes in. It is cold. It is wet. You step out. Your boots click. On the platform. You look up. The sky is heavy. It...

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