The Pale Banner
The iron gate groaned open, a sound like a dying beast, and I stepped out of the damp cell into the blinding white light of the courtyard. My legs were weak, trembling under the weight of the chains that still bound my wrists, though the guards had not tightened them since morning. I looked up, expecting the sky to be blue, or perhaps the gray of a storm, but it was only a pale, featureless...
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