The Faded Shield
Chapter One Teresa Nogales owed the Ministry a tithe of silence, payable in full by Friday, or else the debts of her mother’s illness would crush the house. The heat in the reading room was a physical weight, pressing against the skin like a wet wool blanket, and the air smelled of old paper and the medicinal sweat of the sick. I sat at the desk, the scales on the table before me, their weights...
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