The Pale Banner
The frost came before the bell. It crept over the stone floor of the chapel, white and sharp. You felt it on your feet. You did not move. The air was thick. It tasted of iron and old wood. Around you, the congregation sat in rows. They wore black. Their faces were pale masks. They watched the altar. They watched you. You stood apart. You were the leper. You were the thing that should not be...
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