The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The ledger lay open on the stone table, its columns of ink still wet from the morning’s tally. Twelve sacks of flour. Three barrels of salted pork. Fourteen head of cattle, though two were already coughing up black froth. Margaret Holloway counted the entries twice, her finger tracing the indents in the paper, the scratch of the quill a sharp sound in the silent hall. Outside, the light was...

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