The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The red dust of the arena floor clung to my lips, tasting of iron and old blood. I did not taste my own. That was the first thing I understood, though I did not name it until later. The crowd was a single, breathing organism, a wall of faces that had blurred into a texture, a grey fur that stretched from the pit to the high, vaulted ceiling. There were no names there. There was only the noise,...

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