The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The wind does not merely blow through the corridors of the old manor; it speaks. It whispers in tongues of rust and rot, a low, continuous hum that vibrates against the inside of your skull, a sound so constant you have stopped hearing it and started living inside it. You sit in the drafty study, the fire long since died to a bed of grey ash, and you watch the snow fall against the leaded...

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