The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

I woke in the dream with the cloth already around my neck, cold and damp as river silt. It whispered my name, Ewan, in a voice like dry leaves skittering over stone. I tried to pull it off, but the fabric had no edges, only a pale, tattered expanse that seemed to grow heavier with every breath I took. I was standing on the high pass, the wind tearing at my warden’s coat, and I knew with a...

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