The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

Orla Fitzpatrick’s hands were already black with soot when the brass shield cracked, a thin white line running from the rim to the center like a vein of frost in winter glass. She stood on the slick, oil-stained floor of the tithe barn, the air heavy with wet grain and the low, rhythmic thrum of the grain separator turning overhead. The sound was a constant, grinding pressure in her ears, a...

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