The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain smells of iron and old pennies. It hits the cobblestones of Blackfriars Lane with a rhythmic, metallic hiss. You are here. You are always here. The fog rolls in from the Thames, thick as wool, swallowing the gaslights one by one. Your coat is wet. Your shoes are wet. But your mind is dry. Your mind is sharp. You are a scholar of the unseen. You study the shadows that detach themselves...

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