The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The mud in the borderlands did not smell of earth. It smelled of rotting parchment and wet ash. Elara sat in the slurry, her knees drawn to her chest, and watched the white sigil pulse against her forearm. The Pale Banner burned. It was a living thing, a brand of ink that had no source, spreading in thin, jagged veins whenever she felt the weight of her own failure. She was thirty-two. Her...

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