The Pale Banner
The rain had turned the cobblestones of the High Street into a mirror of gray mud, reflecting the dull, unlit windows of the magistrate’s office where three men stood huddled under the eaves of the old market cross, their breath rising in thin, white plumes that dissolved almost instantly into the heavy, wet air, creating a sense of profound isolation in the middle of the crowded town. "Is it...
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