The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The house did not sleep, it merely held its breath, a vast and stagnant lung expanding in the dark with a slow, rhythmic creak that sounded too much like the settling of old bones. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the foyer, the air thick with the scent of beeswax and decay, and felt the weight of the object in his hands pressing against his palms with a gravity that seemed unrelated to its...

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