The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The air in the Hollow tasted of copper and old rain. Silas stood alone on the precipice, his boots sunk into the damp moss that clung to the edge of the world. Below, the mist churned in slow, heavy swirls. It was not water. It was memory. And Silas held it. In his left hand, he gripped the branch of the White Oak. It was thick as his forearm, pale and smooth, stripped of leaves. The wood was...

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