The Pale Banner
The rain had turned the cobblestones of the lower district into a slick, black mirror, reflecting the gaslight in fractured, trembling shards that looked less like illumination and more like wounds. Sergeant Elias Thorne walked with his left hand resting on the cold iron of his service revolver, not because he felt threatened by the damp air, but because the weight of the weapon was the only...
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