The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the edges of the stone walls and the iron bars of the window. Elias Thorne stood in the center of his study, a room no larger than a closet, surrounded by towers of books that smelled of damp wool and old paper. He was a man of forty, with the kind of stillness that suggested he had forgotten how to move...

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