The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The loom clacked with a rhythm that felt less like work and more like the ticking of a clock counting down to an execution. Elara Vane sat hunched over the frame, her fingers moving with a mechanical precision that had long since detached them from her own will. The silk was pale, a shade of white so faint it seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it, mirroring the drained, translucent...

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