The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The sealed letter lay on the oak table, its wax crest cracked and dry. Thomas Bradshaw picked it up. The weight of it was wrong, too heavy for parchment, as if the paper were soaked in lead. He had carried this document for three days, sleeping in the cold cellar of a tanner’s shop in Winchester, waiting for the hour when the King’s court would be assembled. His hands were scarred, a map of red...

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