The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The train cut through the fog like a knife through cold butter. We moved north toward the capital, toward the Ministry of Sanitation. I held the vial against my chest. It was warm. Not from the train’s heat, but from the substance inside. A pale, viscous liquid. It pulsed. I could feel it beating against my ribs, a second heart. I am Elias Thorne. I was the Chief Chemist. I am no longer that. I...

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