The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream had no sky, only a low ceiling of rusted iron beams that groaned like old bones under the weight of an invisible storm. Margaret lay in the center of the factory floor, not on a mattress but on a sheet of polished steel so cold it bit into her cheek. Around her, the air was thick with the scent of burnt sugar and iodine, a cloying sweetness that clung to the back of her throat,...

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