The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The feast was a lie. That is the only truth that held weight as we sat around the long oak table in the Hall of St. Jude. The air smelled of roasted boar, stale wine, and the sweat of men who had not bathed in weeks. I sat at the foot, the lowest place, my hands bound in rough hemp. My brother, Thomas, sat at the head. He wore the blue silk tunic of a magistrate, though his face was the color...

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