The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The ledger lay open on the cold iron table, its pages brittle with age and the damp that seeped through the walls of Blackgate. I read the entries twice, the ink smudged where my finger had traced the line for my name, Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, debt: four hundred pounds. The warden’s quill had stopped, the scratch of it the only sound in the cell block, a rhythmic tapping that felt...

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