The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The bell rang. It was a low sound. Deep. Like a stone dropping into a well. I packed the last box. My hands shook. The ink was dry. The city outside was gray. It was always gray. I looked at the wall. There was a mark. A scratch. I made it years ago. Or maybe it was him. I did not remember. We were merchants. We traded in words. Not goods. Not cloth. Not grain. We sold silence. We sold the...

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