The Faded Shield
The magistrate is dead. Edna Dobbs stood in the doorway of the county clerk’s office, the envelope clutched so tightly in her hand that the paper had begun to tear. The man behind the desk, a young clerk with eyes like wet stones, did not look up from his ledger. The room was cold, a sterile chill that seeped through Edna’s coat, though the spring air outside was heavy with late frost and dying...
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