The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The mercury in the thermometer read ninety-eight, but the cold in your marrow was absolute. You counted the stitches on the bandage wrapped around your left wrist, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. The needle had slipped again, a small betrayal of the flesh that mirrored the larger betrayal of the city. You were Thomas Hale, thirty-two years old, a constable of Ashford,...

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