The Pale Banner
"Did you see the mark?" Elara didn't look up. She scrubbed the mud from her boots. The leather was stiff. Cold. "I saw the banner," she said. Her voice was flat. Dry. "Where?" "Everywhere." The camp was silent. The fire popped. Sparks flew. They died in the dark. The air smelled of woodsmoke and wet wool. It smelled of fear. But no one admitted it. Not yet. Elara stood. Her knees cracked. She...
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