The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The train left at dawn. I stood on the platform with my bag. It was light. Almost nothing in it. Just a change of clothes and a book. The air was cold. It bit at my nose. I breathed it in. It tasted of iron and coal smoke. Mr. Ashworth watched me. He stood by the office door. His coat was long. Black. It hung heavy on his thin frame. He did not wave. He did not smile. He just watched. His eyes...

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