The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The blade hits your shoulder. You do not scream. You twist. The steel sings against the pommel of your sword, a sharp, bright note that cuts through the din of the hall. Dust motes dance in the shafts of light that pierce the high windows. They are golden. They are indifferent. You are in the center of the room. The king is watching. His face is a mask of polished stone. He does not blink. You...

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