The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

Act I The light in the valley does not fall; it pools, thick and golden, like oil spilled on dark stone. I had been driving for six hours, the engine of my old Seat ticking as it cooled, when the gate of San Telmo finally loomed against the fading sun. I am Ignacio Carbajal, an archivist by trade, though lately my hands have known only the weight of unpaid bills and the trembling of my wife,...

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