The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the dock into slick, black mirrors. You stood at the bottom of the stairs, your hands clasped behind your back, feeling the cold seep through the wool of your uniform trousers. The air smelled of wet rope, salt, and the faint, metallic tang of old blood. It was the smell of the place where the law...

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