The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

Thessaloniki moved in a grey sludge of mud and diesel, the refugee quarter a tangle of tin roofs and barbed wire where the wind whistled through the gaps in the plaster. The railway junction at night was a beast, churning coal dust into the air until everyone’s teeth gritted against the grit. I was Nikos Papadakis, a scribe of the Guild, and my hands were stained black with the ink that bled...

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