The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The train cut through the mist like a blade through grey wool. It was a locomotive of the old industrial kind, heavy with iron and soot, chugging along tracks that dug deep into the English earth. Arthur Pendelton sat in a corner seat, his knees pressed together, his hands clasped so tightly the knuckles turned white. He was a man of forty, though the lines around his eyes spoke of a much older...

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