The Faded Shield
The notice was typed on pale pink paper, the ink smudged where a thumb had rested. "DECREES NO. 44-B: PERSONNEL RECLASSIFICATION. EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY." Mathilde LaFleur read it twice, the cold air of the auction yard biting through her thin coat. She was thirty-two, and the weight of the medallion in her pocket felt like a stone dropped into deep water. Her brother, Jorel, was twenty-four,...
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