The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The wind did not blow; it pressed. It sat upon the shoulders of Elara Vane like a physical weight, a cold, damp hand squeezing the life from her lungs. She stood at the edge of the estate, where the ancient oak tree marked the boundary between the Vane lands and the wild moor beyond. In her trembling hands, she held the family deed, the parchment yellowed and brittle with age, the ink of her...

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