The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The cellar of the mill did not smell of damp stone or stale grain, as one might expect from a place that had stood at the edge of the river for three centuries; it smelled of iron, of old pennies, and of the coppery tang that rises from a fresh wound left to fester in the dark. I am Elias, the miller, and I am thirty years old, a man who has spent the last decade scrubbing the grime from my...

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