The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The bell did not ring. It hung there, dark iron, silent. Miles stood in the square. His hands shook. He gripped the hilt of his sword. The steel was cold. It bit into his palm. The town watched. They leaned on fences. They peered from windows. Eyes like flint. Miles knew the look. He saw it often. It was the look of fear. Mixed with hunger. He was the last of the Wardens. The order was dead. Or...

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