The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The sky over the moor did not break; it hemorrhaged. A bruised purple tear split the horizon, and from it fell not rain, but a slow, thickening fog that tasted of iron and old blood. It was the year of the Great Silence, when the factories in the valley below had stopped their ceaseless clanking and the rivers had turned the color of slate, and the people who lived in the shadow of the mills...

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