The Pale Banner
The iron cross of the garrison flag snapped against the wind with a sound like a bone breaking, and for a moment, the grey stone walls of Highclere Manor seemed to inhale the violence of the field below. Elara stood at the narrow arrow slit, her hands pressed flat against the cold, damp masonry until the chill bit through her woolen sleeves and settled deep in her marrow, a physical weight that...
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