The Faded Shield
The foreman stood in the doorway of the office, his arms crossed over a chest that seemed to have hardened into iron over the decades, watching me pack the few personal items I had left on the desk. I had been an engineer at Midland Steel Works for twenty-two years, long enough to know the weight of a silence that carried the weight of a verdict, and I knew that Harold Graves was not there to...
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