The Faded Shield
The banquet hall smelled of roasted goose and wet wool. It was a thick smell. It coated the back of the throat. Men sat at long tables. They wore black coats. Their shirts were stiff with starch. They ate with loud mouths. They laughed with heavy hands. Captain Elias Thorne sat in the corner. He held a small shield. It was no bigger than a dinner plate. The wood was dark. The paint was peeling....
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