The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The roast boar was turning black in the spit, the fat dripping into the coals with a hiss that sounded like a dying man’s last breath, while the air in the Citadel’s banquet hall grew thick with the scent of old blood and unwashed wool. I stood rigid at the edge of the table, my hands clasped behind my back, watching the white cloth of the Pale Banner ripple in a wind that did not exist, the...

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