The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell on the grey stone of the keep in long, cold sheets, blurring the world outside the arrow slits. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool, old blood, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. I stood by the hearth, watching the flames die down to embers. My hands were steady. They were always steady. That was the first thing they told us...

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