The Faded Shield
The letter lay on the table, its ink smudged where my thumb had pressed too hard against the parchment, and it was the first thing I saw when I woke from the fever that had kept me in bed for three days. It was not from the king, nor from the lord of the valley, but a simple list of names written in the cramped, angular hand of Elder Thomas, each name followed by a date and a quantity of grain....
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