The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The key was heavy, rusted into a single, jagged tooth that fit the lock with a grinding, metallic reluctance. Martha Milburn counted the hours until dawn, three of them, measuring the distance between her own shivering hands and the debt that had swallowed her brother whole. She stood in the yard of the estate, the rain slicking the gravel into a black, shining skin, and the house loomed above...

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