The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The mist clings to the iron rails of the viaduct like a shroud that refuses to be mourned, and you stand at the edge of the precipice, holding the weight of your father’s legacy in your hands, a shield of beaten steel that has seen three generations of sweat and silence. The train is late, a fact that feels less like a delay and more like a suspension of time itself, a held breath in the throat...

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