The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The smell of boiled turnips hung in the air like a wet wool blanket. It was thick, cloying, and impossible to ignore. Elias sat at the head of the table in the dining room of the Whitmore estate. The house was old. The walls breathed. They sweated dampness against the plaster. Outside, the rain drummed a steady, dull rhythm against the leaded glass. It was the sound of the world pressing in....

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