The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The glass cracked before the shout arrived. I held the pane in my hands. It was thin. Cold. It sang a high, thin note against my fingers. The light in the hall was dim. Dust motes danced in the shafts from the high window. I did not drop it. I stood still. The weight of the object was heavy. It was heavier than glass should be. It felt like a piece of my own spine. My name is Elias Thorne. I am...

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