The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The fog rolled in from the harbor, thick and cold, swallowing the cobblestones whole. I stood on the dock, my breath a white ghost against the black water. Edward was already gone. His boat, a slender thing of dark wood, cut through the mist like a needle through silk. He had left his cloak on the bench. I picked it up. It smelled of salt and iron. It smelled of him. The village of St. Jude’s...

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