The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The bell in the tower did not ring for the dead, but for the sick, and it sounded to me like a bone breaking under the weight of the winter. I stood in the doorway of the parish hall, my hands trembling not from the cold, which had settled into the marrow of my limbs like rust into iron, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the gaze that had just left the room. The air inside was thick with...

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