The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The dream began with teeth. White. Cold. A row of them biting the dark. Waking was a shock. The air in the cell was stale. It tasted of damp stone and old sweat. Elias sat up. His hands were shaking. He looked at them. They were thick. Knuckled. They looked like paws. He flexed the fingers. They obeyed. They were his. He remembered the name. Elias Thorne. Clerk. Third rank. He was not a beast....

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