The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The bread was white, terrifyingly so. It sat in the center of the stone table, a perfect cube of yeast and water that had been baked in an oven fueled by starlight. Elias stared at it. His hands, bound in chains that hummed with a low, subsonic frequency, rested on the rough grain of the wood. He was hungry. Not the hollow, gnawing hunger of his days in the cell below, but a spiritual...

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