The Pale Banner
You hold the ink. It is black. It is wet. The quill bites your hand. You are seven. You are tall. You are alone in the tower room. The wind screams outside. It scrapes the stone. It wants in. You do not let it. You write the name. You write the lie. You write the order. The seal is red. It looks like a wound. You press it down. You press it hard. The wax cracks. The seal breaks. You drop the...
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