The Faded Shield
The ledger had forty-two pages, and on page thirty-eight, in ink that had turned the color of dried blood, was the sum of your father’s debts, a number so large it made the air in the chapel feel thin and unbreathable. You counted them again, just to be sure, your finger tracing the indented lines where the pen had pressed hard into the paper, each digit a small stone dropped into a well that...
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