The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The blade slipped. It was a small, sharp sound, like a twig snapping under a boot, but it was enough to make my heart stutter in my chest. I looked down at my left hand, at the knuckles swollen and grey, at the skin that had begun to peel away in dry, papery strips. Thomas stood behind me, his face a mask of pale, terrible stillness. He did not reach for the knife. He did not gasp. He simply...

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