The Faded Shield
Sabine Hofmann was thirty-two, and the iron shield in her hands weighed more than the union fund she had embezzled to keep the dental clinic’s heating pipes from bursting in January. She stood at the entrance of the pleasure garden, the off-season air biting at her neck, the salt marsh beyond the valley floor turning silver under a low, bruised sky. The gate was locked. The key was in the...
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