The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The mortar was heavy, cast iron with a chip on the rim where the pestle had struck it too hard during the last grinding. Elara weighed the powder on the brass scale, her fingers stained black from the soot of the drying oven. Three grams. Not enough. She needed five to make a dose strong enough to break the fever that was eating Julian from the inside out. The cough had started in October, a...

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