The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The iron key was cold, heavier than it looked, and it bit into the palm of Brother Thomas as he turned the lock of the scriptorium door. I sat in the shadow of the oak desk, my hands folded over the spine of the White Stag, its fur matted with the dust of three centuries and the sweat of my own fevered care. The beast did not blink; its eyes were pools of dark oil, reflecting the candlelight...

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