The Pale Banner
Chapter One Hanako Kondo was thirty-two years old and had not slept a full night in the three years since the Pale Banner first unfurled over the harbor, a spectral cloth that did not billow in the wind but seemed to pull the air toward it, eroding the wood and stone it touched into a fine, grey dust. I am a scholar of the old rites, or I was, until the Council decided that the history of our...
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