The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The ink was still wet on the final folio when Elias Thorne felt the cold draft slip under his door. It was not a wind that carried the scent of the scriptorium’s damp stone and tallow, but a chill that smelled of nothing, a vacuum that sucked the heat from his fingers. He held the quill, the nib trembling, as if the weight of the parchment had become unbearable. In the corner of the room, where...

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