The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The bread is gone. You sit at the head of the long oak table in the great hall of the Ashworth estate, your hands folded in your lap, waiting for the morning light to creep up the stone walls. The air is cold and smells of damp wool and old wood. You are the Constable of the North, a title that sounds grand on parchment but feels heavy on the shoulders in the silence of a winter dawn. You have...

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