The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of Millhaven into a slick, black mirror that reflected the grey sky in fractured shards. You stood at the edge of the square, your hands still stained with the indigo dye of your trade, watching the crowd gather beneath the town hall’s eaves. They were not there to buy cloth, nor to discuss the price of wool. They were there to...

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