The Faded Shield
The banquet hall of the Sterling & Vane Textile Mill smelled of roasted goose, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of industry that had seeped into the very bricks of the building. It was a celebration for the completion of the new loom floor, an event designed to cement the bond between the capital provided by the board and the labor provided by the hands of the workers. I stood in the shadow...
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