The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The ink was black. It was the only thing in the world that was truly black. Marcus stood before the great table. His hands shook. Not from cold. The hall was warm. It was warm from the fires that burned in the iron braziers along the walls. It was warm from the breath of the men who watched him. He was a clerk. He wrote the names. He wrote the debts. He wrote the small, quiet things that kept...

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