The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The dream began with the sound of tearing silk, a sharp, violent shriek that cut through the grey fog of Arthur Penhaligon’s sleep. He was standing in a vast, cavernous hall where the air tasted of rust and old paper, and before him hung a banner, white as bone, stretched taut against a frame of black iron. It was not a flag in the way men understood flags, but a skin, a membrane of woven light...

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