The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the courtyard into a slick, dark mirror that reflected the grey, indifferent sky. Inside the stone keep, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool, stale candle wax, and the metallic tang of fear. Elias Thorne stood by the heavy oak door, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword, though he had not drawn it in weeks. He...

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