The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The vial in Elara’s hand was cold, the glass thin and worn at the edges where her thumb had rubbed it smooth over months of anxious turning. You watched the liquid inside, a murky amber that smelled of camphor and dried lavender, and you knew with a certainty that sat in your gut like a swallowed stone that this was the last thing she would ever give you. It was 1893, and the air in the...

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