The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The carriage wheels bit into the wet gravel, a rhythmic crunch that sounded like the slow grinding of teeth in the dark. Margaret Holloway sat alone in the back, her knees drawn up to her chest, a posture that made her look small, almost childlike, despite the heavy grey wool of her traveling cloak. She had been traveling for three days, leaving the safety of the provincial hospital where she...

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