The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain in Harrowgate tasted of iron and rot. Elias Thorne stood behind the counter of his apothecary, the smell of damp wool and camphor clinging to his clothes. He was thirty years old, and his hands, usually steady, trembled slightly as he polished a glass vial. The letter from the County Office lay on the counter, the red stamp a bruise on the white paper. Denied. The application for a...

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