The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The dream was not a place but a sensation, a heavy, wet blanket of iron and rust that pressed against the back of Thomas Bradshaw’s skull until the distinction between sleeping and waking dissolved into a singular, grinding ache. In the dark behind his closed eyelids, the sound of the steam whistle from the distant foundry did not fade but instead amplified, a shrieking siren that seemed to...

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