The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The frost had not yet broken on the high moors when you took the last of your mother’s hair from the clay jar, and the air tasted of iron and ancient, suspended grief. You are a prisoner of the road, or so the village elders have told you, a sinner whose only penance is the carrying of the pale banner, a square of woven linen that does not flutter in the wind but hangs rigid, as if it were made...

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