The Pale Banner
The ink was still wet on the deed when I saw it, a smear of black that looked less like a signature and more like a wound, and I wiped my hand on my trousers, leaving a dark streak that ran down to my knee, and I knew then that the ledger for the Oakhaven estate was not merely a record of debts but a map of the rot that had settled into the valley’s bones, for the fog outside the window was...
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