The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain in the city of Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it only made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors for the gas lamps and the wet wool of the passing crowds. Elias Thorne sat in his workshop on the lower level of the Old Quarter, the air thick with the smell of lanolin, tallow, and the faint, metallic tang of old blood that had long since dried into the leather. He...

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