The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

Elias dreamed of the ice. It was not water ice. It was the cold, hard, silent ice of the void. It pressed against his eyelids. He could feel the friction. He could hear the crack. A single, sharp sound. Then silence. He woke. The house was still. It was a large house. Too large. The walls breathed. The floorboards groaned under the weight of the years. Elias sat up. His joints popped. Pain was...

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