The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The train arrived in the city of Ashworth with a groan of steel that sounded like a dying lung. Elias Thorne stood on the platform, his coat buttoned to the chin. He held a small, leather-bound ledger in his left hand. The spine was cracked. The pages were thin as onion skin. This was the only thing he carried besides his breath. Ashworth was a city of soot and brass. It rose in tiers of...

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