The Pale Banner
The winter wind cut through Oakhaven like a blade, but it was the silence of the city that truly chilled you. You stood before the Watchmaster’s door, the leather strap of your belt digging into your hip, waiting for a verdict that would decide your brother’s fate. The coat hung in the next room, confiscated as evidence of a crime you did not commit, a crime of poverty that the law had deemed a...
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