The Faded Shield
The iron seal weighed exactly four pounds and twelve ounces, a fact I had verified against the brass scale in the corner of the workshop every morning for the last thirty years, a ritual as precise as the grinding of my teeth in the dark. The light in the room was thin and gray, cutting through the high windows at an angle that did not reach the floor until ten o’clock, and by the time it did,...
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