The Faded Shield
The iron gate shrieked against the rusted hinges as you forced it open, the sound tearing through the heavy, coal-choked air of the Mill. You were ten, and your lungs burned with the effort of holding your breath, but you did not look back. You knew if you did, you would run. You were not running. You were standing your ground in the yard where the shadows of the smokestacks stretched long and...
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