The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The fog sits heavy on the castle walls. You count the stones. One. Two. Three. The damp soaks through your tunic. It is a cold that lives in the bone. You are a scribe. A minor clerk in the Grand Hall of the High Court. Your hands shake. Not from cold. From fear. The banner hangs above the judge’s bench. It is pale. A cloth so white it seems to bleed light in the dim hall. It is the symbol of...

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