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The Pale Banner

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, cold mist that turned the cobblestones of Ashford into slick, dark mirrors. You stood at the gate of the old stone keep, your hand resting on the pommel of your sword. The metal was warm, but your fingers were numb. You wore the grey cloak of the Wardens, the fabric heavy with damp and the weight of years. It was not just a garment....

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