The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The jar sat on the counter, heavy with the weight of its contents. It was not a jar of jam, nor of pickles, but of a pale, viscous paste that smelled of iron and burnt sugar. Elias Thorne held it in his hands, the glass cool against his palms, watching the light catch the surface. It shimmered. It did not move. It waited. In the city of Ashwick, the air was thick with the smell of coal smoke...

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