The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The kettle screamed. It was a high, thin sound, like a bird with a broken wing. Margaret did not look up. Her eyes were fixed on the tablecloth. She had pulled it taut, stretched it over the uneven wood of the dining table until it was smooth as a lake. She smoothed it again. And again. Her hands were red. They were raw. "Is it done?" Her brother, Thomas, stood in the doorway. He was holding a...

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