The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain fell on the grey stone of the Keep with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like an accusation, a silent, relentless drumming against the high windows of the guardroom where Thomas Bradshaw sat, his hands resting on the pommel of a sword he no longer felt the right to draw. He was a man carved from the same cold granite as the walls around him, his face a map of scars...

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