The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The mist hung low in the valley of Oakhaven, a thick, white shroud that erased the horizon. It smelled of wet stone and rotting leaves. Here, the air was still, heavy with the weight of unseen things. The villagers did not speak of the fog. They simply waited for it to lift. But it never did. It only grew thicker, pressing against the windows of the stone cottages, whispering secrets that had...

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