The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The wind in the valley of Oakhaven did not merely blow; it screamed. It carried the scent of wet iron and decaying leaves, a heavy, industrial rot that had seeped into the very bones of the town since the foundry opened its gates thirty years prior. Silas Vane stood on the edge of the frozen lake, his breath misting in the thin air, his fingers white-knuckled around the hilt of his revolver. He...

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