The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The furnace roars, a low mechanical growl that vibrates through the soles of your boots and settles in your teeth. It is November, 1912, and the Blackwood Steel Mill in Pittsburgh smells of sulfur and old blood. You are Arthur Vane, shift foreman, and your hands are steady, but the iron knows better. The plates you forge glow a faint, sickly red when you touch them, a residue that the new...

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