The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The iron gate groaned, a sound like a dying beast, as you pushed it open. You are the King’s Master of Keys, though the title is a lie you have worn so long it has become your skin. The court is not made of flesh and blood, but of stone and silence. The air here is thick, tasting of old dust and the metallic tang of fear. You do not look back. There is nothing to see but the long, grey corridor...

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