The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The autumn air in the great hall of Blackwood Keep tasted of damp stone and old blood, a cold that settled deep in the marrow and refused to leave, and I stood there holding the Pale Banner, the fabric so heavy with history that my arms trembled under its weight, while the wind whistled through the broken mullions of the high windows. It had been twenty years since my brother, Arthur, fell at...

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