The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream was always the same. A hall of black iron and soot. The air tasted of copper and old blood. In the center stood a shield. It was not a weapon. It was a mirror. And in the mirror, I did not see my own face. I saw him. I woke with the taste of rust on my tongue. The room was cold. The rain tapped against the windowpane of my office in London. It was 1902. The city was waking, choking on...

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