C68 Banner of Quiet Flame

The banner fluttered in the dawn wind.

It hung above the square from the old stone hall’s rafters, stitched together from memory and trust. Every piece a confession. Every knot a vow. The flames that once roared in battle now whispered gently through fabric.

Elin stood beneath it, hands clasped behind their back. The thread they had offered shone faintly among the patchwork