The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The cellar smelled of wet stone and old apples. It was the smell of things rotting slowly in the dark, a scent that clung to the back of my throat even after we had climbed the spiral stairs and emerged into the grey morning air. I wiped my hands on my tunic, but the dirt remained, a fine grey powder embedded in the whorls of my fingerprints. Beside me, Thomas Bradshaw stood with his back to...

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