The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the keep, a relentless, hollow beating that sounded like knuckles rapping on a coffin. You stood in the center of the Great Hall, your back to the cold stone arches. The torches sputtered. The air smelled of wet wool, rust, and the metallic tang of fear. "Is he coming?" you asked. Your voice was low. It did not echo....

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