The Faded Shield
The departure was not marked by a sound, but by a silence so profound it seemed to pull the very air from the lungs of those who remained on the platform, a heavy, suffocating vacuum that hung over the cobblestones of the station in Ashworth, a town where the smoke from the nearby foundries had long since settled into the very mortar of the buildings, turning the whitewash a permanent, bruised...
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