The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The fire had Lyon’s spine broken before I reached the gate, a jagged line of orange cutting through the grey smoke that tasted of ash and wet wool. I was thirty years old, a scribe with ink-stained fingers and a heart full of a single, desperate arithmetic: I had to reach Avignon, I had to secure the deeds to my family’s land, or the plague would eat us all, and the Church’s quarantine lines...

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