The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The air in the Great Hall of Aethelgard smelled of beeswax, old stone, and the metallic tang of fear, a scent that had settled into the very pores of the young squire’s skin like a second layer of armor he could not shed. Thomas stood in the shadow of a pillar carved with the faces of forgotten kings, his eyes fixed not on the throne where King Aldric sat in his heavy, gold-encrusted silence,...

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