The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The chisel bit into the limestone with a sharp, dry crack, sending a spray of white dust across my forearm. I wiped the grit from my sleeve, my fingers numb from the cold seeping through the wool, and looked up at the half-finished chapel wall. The light was failing, turning the grey stones to the color of old ash, and I could feel the weight of the deadline pressing against my ribs like a...

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