The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The hall was a cavern of warm breath and clinking silver, the air thick with the scent of roasted lamb and the damp wool of a hundred coats hanging in the foyer. I stood at the edge of the long table, my fingers trembling around the stem of a glass I had not yet lifted, watching the golden light of the chandeliers pool on the polished oak floor. It was the end-of-year gala for St. Jude’s...

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