The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The dream was always the same: a pale banner, stiff with frost, snapping against a grey sky until the fabric tore and fell. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of iron in his mouth, the cold damp of the chandler’s shop seeping into his bones. He was forty-five, a man whose hands were permanently stained with wax and tallow, and his want was simple, concrete, and desperate. He needed the winter...

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