The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The ledger in my hand weighed nothing, yet it felt like a stone against my palm. I counted the entries for the third time, the ink still wet, the columns of debits and credits blurring into a grey smear. It was the twelfth of December, and the solstice was three days away. Mara lay in the bed by the window, her breathing shallow, a rattle in her chest that sounded like dry leaves skittering...

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