The Stray Moon
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All of them pointed one direction, eyes hungry and white-rimmed in the torchlight, chins high so the breath comes out like foggy confession.
The banners are out for spectacle: every house and bloodline’s, layered in blues and grays and bone-white, but ours—mine—dominates. The Vale wolf, all jaw and hunger, stitched in silver on midnight blue, frost riming the snarl. Wind snaps the canvas so the edges whip like whips, sharp and angry.
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