The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain had stopped, leaving the cobblestones of the old quarter slick and black, reflecting the gaslight in trembling, amber pools that looked like liquid gold. Arthur Penhaligon stood on the doorstep of the Whitmore estate, a large man whose shoulders seemed to carry the weight of the damp air, and he watched the carriage of his predecessor, a man named Silas, disappear down the winding...

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