The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall; it hovered. It was a suspended mist, a grey veil that clung to the brickwork and the cobblestones, turning the world into a watercolor left out in the damp. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the square, his coat damp to the skin, watching the citizens gather. They were not cheering. They were waiting. The air smelled of wet wool and old iron, a scent that...

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