The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The hand was white. Not the pale white of illness, but the bleached, structural white of bone exposed to too much sun. It hung from the hook above the door of the High Chamber, swaying gently in the draft that smelled of wet stone and old incense. Thomas stood before it. He did not blink. His own hands trembled at his sides, the fingers curled into tight fists, the knuckles raw and red from...

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