The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain had stopped, leaving the cobblestones of the old quarter slick and black, reflecting the gas lamps in long, trembling streaks. Elias Vane stood on the corner of Rue des Archives, watching the crowd thin out. He was a man composed of sharp angles and tired eyes, his tweed jacket fraying at the cuffs, a physical testament to his neglect of the body in favor of the mind. In his coat...

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