The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The fog in the city of Ostrava was not merely weather; it was a living, breathing entity that consumed the ironworks and the tenements alike, a grey shroud that smelled of sulfur and wet rust. Elias Thorne, a man whose hands were permanently stained with the indigo of the loom and the soot of the furnace, moved through this haze with the quiet determination of a beetle navigating a cracked...

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