The Faded Shield
Chapter One The notice was pinned to the door of the watchtower, the paper yellowed and curling in the damp. It read: Indenture Renewed. Debt Outstanding. The ink was smudged where the rain had hit it, turning the words into black bruises. I woke from the fever with my mouth full of salt and the taste of rot. In the dream, my mother’s face was fused to a shield, the wood black and weeping sap,...
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