The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The iron gate of the Holloway Foundry did not creak; it groaned, a low, tectonic rumble that vibrated through the soles of your boots and settled heavy in your chest. You stood alone in the yard, the rain slicking your hair against your forehead, watching the steam rise in ghostly tendrils from the vats of molten slag. The air tasted of sulfur and old blood, a metallic tang that coated the back...

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