The Faded Shield
Who pays for the grain when the river takes it? Kauko Kinnunen stood on the dock at Oulais, the wet snow heavy on his shoulders. He held his father’s iron shield. It weighed forty pounds. The metal was cold. The mist from the lake rolled in, thick and grey. Kauko was thirty-four years old. He had been a harbor warden for ten years. He wanted to catch the Drowned King. The ghost haunted the...
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