The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The leather of the sword hilt was cracked and dry, flaking onto Thomas’s thumb as he tightened the final buckle of his cuirass. He did not look at the boy standing by the doorframe, whose face was a pale, still mask of terror and resignation. Twelve years old, William had reached the height of the kitchen table, yet he looked no taller than a child who had not yet learned to lie. Thomas wanted...

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