The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The gate was iron. It was cold. Edward stood before it. The metal bit into his palm. He did not let go. Behind him, the road stretched out, gray and silent. His wife, Margaret, waited in the carriage. She did not look at him. She looked at the horizon. Her face was a mask of stone. He knew her well. He knew the cracks in that stone. "Go," she said. Her voice was low. It was steady. He nodded....

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