The Pale Banner
The morning light in the Hall of Whispers was not the gentle, golden touch of a summer dawn but a cold, pale interrogation that seeped through the high, narrow windows and settled upon the stone floor like a fine, gray dust. Sir Aldric Vance stood motionless in the center of the vast chamber, his armor polished to a mirror-like sheen that reflected the empty space around him, a perfect, hollow...
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