The Pale Banner
The wind screamed through the gaps in the windowpanes. It was a sound like tearing cloth. Thomas held the banner tight against his chest. The fabric was thin. It was pale blue. It had once been a flag for the town of Oakhaven. Now it was a rag. It was a shield. "Put it down, Thomas," said his mother. Her voice was low. It was tired. She sat by the stove. The fire was dying. The room was cold....
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