The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The ring was cold. It sat in the center of the table like a small, dead eye. Margaret stared at it. The gold was dull. Scratched. It had been polished for years. Now it felt foreign. She picked it up. It felt heavy. Heavier than it should have been. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The silence pressed against her ears. It was a thick, wet thing. It tasted of dust and old paper. Margaret looked...

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