The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, cold mist that settled into the pores of the skin and the fibers of the wool coat. In the high, vaulted offices of the Department of Internal Security, the climate control hummed with a low, mechanical drone that sounded, to Elias Thorne, like the dying breath of a god. He sat at the head of the mahogany table, a surface so polished...

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