The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

Chapter One The wind in the high pastures does not ask permission to enter; it simply takes what it can carry. I stood alone in the salt-crusted ruins of the watchtower, the iron shield heavy in my hands, its surface pitted by decades of coastal rot. I am Giuseppe D'Angelo, and for forty-two years I have graded wool for the market, but today the forty-two of the Old Brick kilns that line the...

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