The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The feast is a wound in the darkness, a gaping maw of light that refuses to close. You sit at the high table, the wood cold against your thighs, the air thick with the cloying sweetness of roasted swan and the metallic tang of old blood. Around you, the court breathes in unison, a single organism pulsing with the rhythm of the lute and the clinking of silver goblets. They are beautiful, these...

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