The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

Act I The kiln in the back room of the workshop on Rua das Flores had cooled to the temperature of the river outside, a damp chill that seeped through the plaster and settled in the bones of every man who worked there. Manuel Zuzarte stood before the table, his hands wrapped around the largest shard of the royal shield, the ceramic cold and sharp against his palms. He was fifty-two years old,...

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