The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The glass was cold. It bit into Elias’s palm. He held it like a relic. Like a bone. He stood in the archive. Dust motes danced. They swirled in the shafts of light. The light was pale. It was thin. It offered no warmth. Only clarity. A brutal, clinical clarity. Elias was a scholar. He studied the old texts. The ones from the High Cities. The ones before the Fall. The ones that claimed the sky...

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