The Faded Shield
The seal was wrong, and the error sat in the center of the page like a bruise that would not fade. Elias Thorne held the ledger up to the single window in the counting house, where the November light was thin and gray, and he watched the wax bloom under the scrutiny. It was a standard issue royal crest, the lion rampant, but the cut was soft, the detail lacking the sharp precision of the chisel...
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