The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the manor house, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that drowned out the wind. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool and old paper. Elias stood by the window, watching the mist swallow the moor. He was a man of few words, a scholar of architecture, exiled from his city for reasons he rarely spoke of. He...

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