The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

Vane. The shout came from the mezzanine, sharp and dry, cutting through the hiss of the pneumatic tubes that ran the length of the sorting floor. Arthur Vane looked up from his station, his fingers numb inside his leather gloves, and saw Mr. Halloway standing on the catwalk, his silhouette framed by the grimy skylights. Below, the smell of the factory was a physical weight, a thick soup of...

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