The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The fog sat heavy on the cobblestones of Blackwood. It smelled of wet ash and old iron. Elias stood at the gate. His hands shook. Not from cold. He was warm. The coat was thick wool. It was the weight. The weight of the years. He was old. His knees clicked like dry twigs. He moved slow. The city was a labyrinth of stone. Towers pierced the grey sky. They looked like fingers pointing at God. Or...

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