The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The needle is cold, heavier than it has any right to be, and your fingers are slick with something that is not sweat. You hold it up to the gray light filtering through the workshop window, the metal dull and unreflective, a pinhead of iron against the chaotic weave of your own skin. The workshop smells of wet wool and rot, a thick, cloying stench that sits in the back of the throat, distinct...

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