The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a gray and persistent mist that clung to the cobblestones of the old city, turning the ancient stones into slick, dark mirrors. It was a morning that tasted of wet wool and iron, the kind of dampness that seeped into the marrow and stayed there for days. Silas Vane stood on the bridge, watching the river churn below, his hands buried deep in the...

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