The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old money, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the velvet drapes like a ghost. You stood at the periphery, your hands stiff in the pockets of your charcoal suit, watching the light spill across the marble floor in long, golden ribbons. It was the annual gala for the Guild, a celebration of order, of structure, of the invisible hands that held...

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