The Pale Banner
The iron gates groaned. It was a sound like a bone breaking. Thomas stood at the center of the courtyard. The cobblestones were wet. Rain slicked the stone. It mirrored the sky. The sky was grey. A bruise in the heavens. He held his sword. It was a blade of steel. Sharp. Cold. The hilt was wrapped in leather. The leather was worn. Smooth from use. His hands were steady. They were always steady....
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