The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The wool is wet against your back, heavy as a wet stone, and the smell of mildew is so thick you can taste it on the back of your tongue. You are not alone in the cellar, but you do not speak. You never do. The air is cold, biting through the thin linen of your tunic, and your fingers are numb, the tips blackened by the chill that seeps up from the flagstones. You are a man of the cloth, a...

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