The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain in the city did not wash things clean; it only made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of the Old Quarter into a mirror for the neon signs above. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the plaza, his hand resting on the hilt of a pistol he had not drawn in six years. He was a man of few words and many scars, the kind of man who looked at the world as if it were a broken mechanism...

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