The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The wooden seal lay in my palm, cracked down the middle like a dried riverbed. The grain was splintered, the wax impression of the cross smeared by mud and blood. I stood in the courtyard of Acre, the air thick with the copper tang of fresh slaughter and the sulfurous stench of burning pitch. The Mamluk siege had broken the outer wall three days prior, and now the inner fortress was a tomb of...

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