The Pale Banner
The city of Oakhaven burned. Not with fire. Not yet. It burned with silence. The air hung thick, a physical weight against the lungs. The great oak at the center of the square stood bare. Its leaves had turned black overnight. Then they fell. A rain of char. Silas Vance walked through the ash. He was a man who looked for patterns. A finder. The town’s last honest seeker. People came to him when...
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