The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain in the city of Aethelgard does not wash things clean; it merely makes the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors that reflect the bruised purple sky above. You stand at the edge of the platform, your coat heavy with water, watching the train pull away from the station. It is a long, sleek thing of black metal and glass, disappearing into the fog that clings to the...

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