The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The morning mist clung to the stones of the Thorne estate like a shroud, damp and cold against the skin of the world. Sir Aldric Thorne stood in the drafty great hall, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword, his eyes fixed on the pale banner that hung from the high beams. The cloth was a ghostly white, stained with the age of the house and the sweat of men who had served the Crown for...

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