The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The iron key was cold, slick with condensation, and Silas Vane held it between his thumb and forefinger as if it were a dead bird. He stood at the edge of the Blackwater Ridge, the wind pulling at his wool coat, and below him the valley of Oakhaven lay submerged in a fog so thick it seemed to have weight, a grey slurry that swallowed the thatched roofs of the cottages and the stone walls of the...

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