The Pale Banner
The Pale Banner By Eleanor Ashworth The banner had hung from the battlements of Blackthorn Keep for seven generations, and in all that time it had never been seen in daylight. It was a pale thing—paler than linen, paler than bone—and when the wind caught it from the eastern cliff, it would ripple and sag like a ghost learning to walk. The peasants below called it the Widow's Veil. The...
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