The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The wool itched. It was a coarse, gray thing, spun from the fleece of mountain goats. It smelled of lanolin and old blood. I wore it for three days. I did not wash it. I did not remove it. It was my skin now. We marched north. The road was dirt. The dirt was red. The sky was white. It was not snow. It was ash. The wind blew hard. It carried the taste of iron. My brother, Thomas, walked beside...

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