The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The tea in the chipped porcelain cup had gone cold, a murky brown ring staining the bottom like a bruise that would not fade. Elias Thorne sat at the long oak table in the center of the Ironworks’ administrative hall, his hands resting flat on the wood, fingers splayed wide as if trying to anchor himself to the floor. The air smelled of wet wool, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of the...

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