The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain had not stopped for three days. It slicked the cobblestones of the village square until they looked like dark, polished stones in a riverbed. You stood at the edge of the market, your cloak heavy with water, watching the crows pick at the refuse. They were black and iridescent, their feathers matted and dull from the damp. You had been their keeper for forty years. You knew their...

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