The Pale Banner
You are the last baker in the city of Ostrava, though the city is no longer a city of men and women but a hollow shell of stone and memory. It is the Age of the Quiet, a time so ancient that the very air tastes of iron and dust, and the only living things are the ones who have chosen to remain behind when the world fled. You stand in the center of the Great Hall, a cavernous space where the...
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