The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

In the dream, the walls of the Watchtower breathed. They expanded with a slow, tidal rhythm, the stone cooling and warming in cycles that matched the beating of Elias Thorne’s own heart. He was not alone in the silence. The air tasted of ozone and old blood, a metallic tang that coated the back of his throat. Around him, the other Wardens stood in their designated posts, their armor reflecting...

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