The dagger doesn't surprise him. A faint twinge of uncertainty passes over his thoughts, like a wisp of cloud scuttling across the sun, but as soon as it arrives, it's gone.
Once the hole's dug, he props the banner against one shoulder and eases it into place. As if on cue, a faint breeze stirs the fringe of the scarf.
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Once the hole's dug, he props the banner against one shoulder and eases it into place. As if on cue, a faint breeze stirs the fringe of the scarf.