The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

Give it to me, Kerttu. Do not look at me with those wet eyes. You will die, and I will be alone, and the loom will be gone, and the debt will eat the house. I need the shield to speak. I need to know if he is still in there, or if I am just talking to brass and my own grief. The afternoon thunder rolled over the peat bog, a low, grinding rumble that vibrated in the floorboards of the infirmary....

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