The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The tower breathes. I hear it. A low, wet rattle in the masonry. It is the sound of my own lungs, stretched thin over too many years of stone dust and silence. I am the keeper. I am the wall. We are one thing now. The city screams outside, but here, the air is thick with the scent of wet lime and old blood. "Thomas?" My father’s voice. It comes from the shadows. He is not there. He has been...

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