The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The black mold did not smell of rot, but of wet iron, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he stood in the center of his shop. It was 1893, and the air in the district was thick with the soot of the new mills, yet this decay was something else, something that crept from the damp bricks of the foundation and ate the steel hinges of the door. Elias, forty years old and...

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