The Pale Banner
The dust in the valley of Aethelgard did not settle; it hung in the air like a suspended breath, a grey particulate that coated the tongue and gritted between the teeth. Elias Thorne, a mason of forty years with hands that had forgotten the softness of skin, stood before the final gap in the Pale Banner, the great stone boundary that separated the living settlements from the creeping Void. He...
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