The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The fog in Oakhaven did not clear so much as it thickened, a grey wool drawn tight over the face of the town until the streets disappeared into a suffocating white. I stood at the center of the square, the cobblestones slick with a damp that felt less like weather and more like a lingering breath. In my hands, I held the ledger. It was a heavy thing, bound in leather that had cracked and peeled...

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