The Pale Banner
The silence in the hall of the old Whitmore estate was not empty, but heavy, a physical weight that pressed against the eardrums like deep water. Elias stood before the great mirror in the hallway, a pane of glass so old it rippled with the distortion of time, and he watched the man who had once been the shield of this family. He was sixty now, though he had looked fifty for the last decade,...
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