The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The hem of the robe was torn, a jagged white wound against the deep crimson wool. You held the needle, your fingers pricked and bleeding, but you did not stop. The year was 1342, and the air in the small attic room of your father’s house smelled of damp stone and old ink. Outside, the bells of Oakhaven rang for the High Priest’s inspection, a sound that felt like a hammer striking an anvil. You...

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