The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The boiler room smelled of sulfur and rust. It was a smell that stuck to the back of the throat. A taste of metal. I sat on a crate. My hands were shaking. The noise was a constant, low thrum. It vibrated in the bones. The steam pipes hissed. They were alive. They were angry. I am a detective. I investigate anomalies. Not people. Things. Machines that break in ways they should not. Patterns...

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