The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The key was heavy in my hand, brass worn smooth by forty-two years of sweat and the cold. It was a small thing, really, but it felt like it weighed a stone, a dense, metallic burden that pulled at my wrist. I held it up to the light of the courtyard, watching the way the iron gate caught the grey morning, and I knew then that I was done. The oak stood in the center of the yard, its white bark...

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