The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain against the windowpane of the manor house sounded like the tapping of dry bones, a rhythmic, persistent drumming that had worn away at the silence of the household for three days. Sir Arthur Pendelton sat in his high-backed chair, the leather cracked and pale as old skin, his hands resting on the arms as if they were part of the furniture. He was a man who had once held the weight of...

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