The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a heavy, grey curtain that turned the world into a sketch of itself. I stood in the vestibule of the Old Dominion Ironworks, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and the metallic tang of old blood. My uniform, the deep blue of the city guard, was soaked through to the bone, the fabric clinging to my ribs like a second skin. I was waiting. I had...

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