The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The iron bell was already cracked. I could feel the fracture line running through the metal like a vein of ice, a cold pulse that traveled up my arm and settled in my teeth. We were in the market square of Oakhaven, and the air tasted of wet stone and ozone. The crowd had pushed back, a sea of wool and leather, their faces pale with a fear that looked too much like hunger. "Hold the line,...

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