The Pale Banner
The rain did not fall so much as it was spat from the grey, bruised sky, a relentless, icy assault that turned the cobblestones of the courtyard into a slick, treacherous mirror of the world above, reflecting the jagged, broken teeth of the stone archway that framed our only exit, a structure that had once stood as a monument to an age of chivalry and code but now lay fractured, its keystone...
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