The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

"Put the pen down, Ama. You’re writing nonsense." The voice came from the mist, low and textured with the damp chill that had settled over the flats since the harvest began. Ama Owusu did not look up from his notebook, the paper slick with condensation, his forty-five-year-old hands trembling slightly as he tried to steady the nib. He was alone in the tent pitched on the edge of the Whispering...

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