The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The iron gate was cold. It cut into my palm. I held on. The stone wall rose above me, grey and slick with rain. Inside, the courtyard was silent. No birds. No wind. Just the smell of wet mud and old blood. I am Aldric. I am the Warden. I stand alone. The others are gone. They walked out through the lower arch. They left me. They left me with the seal. The seal is a circle of black stone. It is...

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