The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The brass escapement wheel sat in my palm, cold and heavy as a coin, its teeth worn smooth by years of friction. I held it up to the slanting afternoon light that cut through the dust motes of my workshop, watching the metal catch the glare before lowering my hand to the workbench. Outside, the clatter of the Oakhaven textile mills provided a steady, industrial heartbeat, a rhythm that had...

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