The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The archive smelled of wet wool and old ink. Bertha Cavett kept her hands still, though the dust in the air made her eyes water. She was forty-two, and her pension depended on the King’s private seals, a task that felt less like work and more like a slow drowning. The rules were simple: if the seal bled black when touched, the holder was guilty. If it stayed dry, they were clean. It was a...

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