The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain fell on the cobblestones of King’s Cross like a gray shroud, heavy and relentless, washing the grime from the gutters but leaving the stain of the city untouched. "You are late, Sergeant." The voice was low, dry as parchment, cutting through the drumming of the water. Elias Thorne did not turn. He stood with his back to the alley mouth, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword, the...

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