The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The fog rolled in from the harbor, thick and wet, smelling of brine and burnt coal, until the windows of the Blackwood Manor were merely squares of grey obsidian reflecting the dim gaslight within. Inside, the air was stagnant, heavy with the scent of decaying velvet and the metallic tang of old blood that seemed to seep from the very wallpaper. Thomas Ashworth sat in the corner, his back...

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