The Pale Banner
I dreamt of the hem. It was long, white, and heavy. It dragged through the mud of the chapel yard, leaving a streak of red that looked like a vein cut open in the earth. I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. The dormitory was silent, save for the tick of the clock on the wall and the soft breathing of my sister, Elara, in the next bed. She was asleep. Her face was pale, her hair unbound, a...
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