The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The ledger lay open on the oak table, the ink still wet, recording the final bushels of rye before the frost. You read the numbers, checking the arithmetic against the grain sacks piled in the corner, your fingers tracing the lines of debt that kept the castle’s heart beating. Outside, the wind pressed against the shutters, a low, continuous moan that sounded less like air moving through stone...

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