The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

I dreamed of the tower. It stood against a sky of bruised purple. The stone was white. It was clean. I climbed. My hands slipped on the cold surface. Below, the mist swallowed the world. I was alone. I am the wall. I am the gate. I woke in the infirmary. The air smelled of sage and iron. Rain lashed the high windows. I sat up. My body ached. Not with pain. With age. The years had settled into...

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