The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The air in the mill town of Oakhaven tastes of wet slate and rot. It sits in the valley like a bruise that refuses to heal, the river below it churning with the gray sludge of industry. You are twelve years old, or perhaps thirteen. Time moves differently here, stretched thin by the soot and the silence. You are alone in the kitchen, the only light coming from the gas jet that hisses its thin,...

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