The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The fog rolled in from the harbor, thick as wool and cold as stone. Elias stood on the ramparts of the Citadel, his breath misting in the thin air. Below, the city slept under a blanket of gray mist, the spires of the cathedral vanishing into the white void. He was a scribe, a man of ink and parchment, not of war. Yet here he stood, gripping the hilt of a sword he had never sharpened. His hands...

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