The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The iron gate separates the staff quarters from the executive offices, a rusted barrier of vertical bars that smells of cold oil and damp wool. You stand before it, Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old and junior clerk, your fingers tracing the rough welds where the metal was joined. You want the Senior Inspector’s post. You want to be out of the debt-ridden house in Whitechapel where your mother...

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