The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain in the city of Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray curtain that smelled of wet coal, rusted iron, and the stagnant breath of the sewers, turning the cobblestones into mirrors that reflected the dim, jaundiced light of the gas lamps above, a light that seemed to struggle against the encroaching night with a desperate, flickering persistence that mirrored the...

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