The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The soup was thick. It was a brown sludge, heavy with root vegetables that had boiled down into a paste. It smelled of earth and woodsmoke. It sat in a dented tin pot on the table. It did not move. It did not change. It was there, waiting. Mara sat across from it. She was thin. Her elbows were sharp against the sleeve of her coat. The coat was wool. It was itchy. It smelled of damp wool. She...

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