The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The leather of the glove creaked as I pulled it tight over my knuckles, the sound sharp in the silence of the guardroom, a dry rasp that seemed to peel the air around me. I was thirty-two, a captain in the border garrison, and I wanted the promotion that would save my father from the debtors’ prison, a want that sat in my chest like a stone, cold and heavy, while the command ordered me to...

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