The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain lashed against the leaded glass of the archive room, a rhythmic tapping that sounded less like weather and more like the frantic fingers of a ghost trying to get in. I stood before the central table, my fingers stained with the iron-gall ink of centuries, holding the ledger open to a page that smelled of damp wool and old blood. The air in the room was thick, stagnant, heavy with the...

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