The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The ink was dry. I held the quill, the tip stiff and brittle, staring at the page where the last line of the chronicle had died three days ago. My hand ached, a dull throb in the knuckles that matched the ache in my chest. The room was cold, the kind of cold that settles into the bones and stays there. I was Elara, thirty-two, and I had served the High Court for fifteen years. I wanted to...

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