The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The feast had been a lie, or rather, a necessary fiction to keep the morale of the broken men from shattering like the ice on the river. We had gathered in the great hall of the border fort, a place that smelled of wet wool, woodsmoke, and the metallic tang of old blood that had seeped into the stone floors over centuries. The fire crackled in the hearth, sending up plumes of soot that danced...

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