The Pale Banner
The banner is too heavy for one man, Your Grace. Sir Alistair did not look at the King. He looked at the floor, at the polished stone where the dust had been scrubbed thin by years of servants’ brooms. The silk of the Pale Banner, a relic of his brother’s honor, hung from a hook on the wall behind the throne. It was a dull, washed-out blue, the color of a bruise that would not heal. Alistair...
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