The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The dream began not with a vision of light, but with the smell of wet wool and iron, a scent so ancient it seemed to rise from the marrow of the stone itself, and in that grey, pre-dawn silence, Aldous Vane lay upon the cold floor of the high gallery, his body a map of bruises and broken bones, his consciousness a thin thread trembling in the wind. He was not a king, nor was he a god, but he...

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