The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain in Manchester did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors of soot and iron. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the platform, his uniform pressed tight against a frame that had seen better days, the brass buttons of his constabulary coat catching the dim gaslight. In his hand, he held a shield. It was not a weapon, not in the way the...

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