The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

Olsztyn woke before the sun, the cobblestones vibrating under the weight of cart wheels that clattered in the dark. The harbor custom house stood grey against the mist, its windows unlit, waiting for the trade that had long since dried up. Tadeusz Szymanski stood at the edge of the lake, his hands wrapped around a cup of cold tea, watching the water. He was forty-two, though the black veins in...

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