The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain fell on the cobblestones of King’s Cross like a cold, gray sheet. It did not wash the blood away. It only made the streets slick, turning the city into a mirror of mud and broken light. Sir Alaric Vane stood at the edge of the plaza, his armor heavy with water and the weight of a command he no longer trusted. He held the chalice. It was silver, thin as a vein, and inside it sat the...

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