The Faded Shield
The clack of the automated signal gate was a mechanical heart beating in the soot-choked air of the Imperial Railways administrative office, a rhythmic, indifferent pounding that Elias Thorne could not stand. He stood before the new installation, a towering apparatus of brass and tempered glass that controlled the flow of the northern line, and his jaw was set with a tension that had been...
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