The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The iron trap sat open in the center of the loom floor, a jagged mouth of steel and salt that smelled of rust and old blood. Arthur Vane adjusted his grip on the heavy lantern, his knuckles white against the handle, while the rhythmic thumping of the textile mill shook the dust from the rafters above. It was 1904, and the air in the Holloway Mill was thick with the particulate of decay, a grey...

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