The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The hall smelled of damp wool and burnt tallow, a thick, suffocating scent that seemed to cling to the backs of your throats as you stood in the center of the room, surrounded by the low, humming murmur of three hundred people who had come to witness the end of your tenure, or perhaps, more accurately, the end of your life as you knew it. You are Eleanor Fairchild, and you are standing in the...

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