The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain in Manchester did not fall so much as it hovered, a persistent, industrial mist that clung to the wool of my greatcoat and settled into the porous limestone of the streets, a grey shroud that smelled of coal smoke, wet iron, and the distant, metallic tang of the river Irwell. I walked with a rhythm that had been drilled into me over thirty years of service, a gait that concealed the...

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