The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The dream began with the smell of wet ash and ozone, a scent that belonged to no season but to the moment before a storm breaks. Eleanor sat at the head of a long, oak table in a room that had no windows, the walls lined not with books but with thousands of small, brass bells, each one silent, waiting. She was not alone. Around her sat four others: Thomas, who smelled of old paper and regret;...

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