The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The hall smelled of roasted goose and stale smoke. Candles dripped like slow tears onto the stone floor. Margaret stood at the head of the table. She was thirty years old. Her face was smooth. Her eyes were hard. Around her, the men drank. They laughed. They raised their cups. They shouted. They did not look at her. The feast was for the harvest. It was a great success. The granaries were full....

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