The Pale Banner

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2026-08-17 15:09:58 -

The Pale Banner

The iron door groans. It is the sound of a dying beast. You pull it shut. The hinges scream in the dark. Outside, the rain hammers the cobblestones. Inside, the silence is thick. It smells of wet wool and old blood. You are here. You are not alone. Your hands shake. You look at them. They are stained. The red is drying. It turns brown. It looks like rust. It looks like dirt. You try to wash it....

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