The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The cellar of the old textile mill in the town of Ashford smelled of wet wool, rusted iron, and the sweet, cloying rot of fruit that had been left too long in the wicker baskets, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a bad memory that refused to dissolve into the foggy air of the industrial valley, where the smoke from the chimneys hung low and heavy, blotting out the stars and...

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