The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The knife was heavy in your hands, its handle wrapped in leather that had worn thin and frayed at the edges, a repair your father had made badly with wire and hope. You stood alone in the mud of the village square, the earth slick and cold against your boots, and you watched the black spots spread across your mother’s arm like ink dropped in clear water. She was sitting on the porch step, her...

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