The Faded Shield
Act I Guleid Worku was forty-two years old, a docker’s clerk who had spent the last decade tallying crates of opium for the registry office in the highland town of Veldt, a place where the winter thaw turned the roads into a slurry of mud and rot that sucked at the boots of every man who walked them. I needed the municipal contract for the new town hall windows before the freeze set in, not for...
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