The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain fell on the cobblestones of Aethelgard like a static charge, a persistent hiss that never quite faded. It was the kind of wet that seeped into the bone, turning the air into a heavy, cold paste. Kael stood at the edge of the High Bridge, his hands resting on the cold iron railing. The metal bit into his palms, a sharp, familiar pain. Beside him, Elara adjusted the strap of her satchel....

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