The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The satchel weighed four pounds, a precise burden of vellum, ink, and the cold silver of a dead man’s memory. Elara packed the last of her quills, counting them out on the stone floor: twelve, thirteen, four broken, one stained with the red of her father’s blood from the day he died. It was autumn, 1348, and the air in the Duke’s keep tasted of wet wool and old fear. She wanted to go to Paris,...

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