The Faded Shield
"You can't just delete a man, Eamon. It’s against the law." The words hung in the cold air of the archive, sharp as the gritters that had screeched past the window before dawn. I did not look up from the vellum. My hands were steady, though the quill trembled against the page, scratching out the names of the Doherty line, generation by generation, back to the first stone laid in the Burren. The...
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