The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain fell on the city like a gray shroud, washing the streets clean of footprints but not of sins. Arthur Vane woke with the taste of iron in his mouth. He lay still. The ceiling above him was stained with water damage, a map of some forgotten continent. He did not move his arms. He did not blink. He was waiting for the weight to lift, but it only grew heavier. He had been a man of letters...

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