The Pale Banner
The silk was cold against Elias’s chest, a pale blue strip of fabric that smelled of lavender and old paper. He blinked, the ceiling lights humming a low, electric drone that vibrated in his teeth. He tried to sit up, but his body was a heavy thing, a sack of wet sand, and the pain in his hip was a white-hot wire pulling taut. He looked down. The scarf was there, draped over his gown, its hem...
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