The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The air in the tavern smelled of roasted garlic, stale beer, and the sweet, cloying rot of overripe pears. It was a smell that clung to the wool of one’s coat and settled in the hair, a physical weight that matched the heaviness of the mood in the room. Margaret stood at the edge of the dance floor, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, watching the couples swirl in a dizzying, rhythmic...

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