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The Pale Banner

The mist sat heavy on the stone floor. It tasted of iron and old rot. Elias knelt. His knees hurt. He ignored it. He was a clerk. He handled ledgers. He did not handle fate. But fate had come to the High Table and asked for his signature. "Look," said the King. The King was not a man. Or he was a man who had forgotten how to be one. His face was a mask of bone. His eyes were pits of black void....

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