The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a cold, metallic mist that clung to the wool of Sir Elias Thorne’s cloak and the iron of his breastplate. He walked the cobblestone arteries of Aethelgard, the city of stone and salt, where the fog rolled off the harbor in thick, gray banks. The air tasted of rust and rot, the distinct flavor of a place where the old world was dying and the new one...

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