The Pale Banner
The heavy wool of the Pale Banner lay across Elias’s hands, its weight a cold, dense thing that seemed to drain the heat from his fingers as he stood before the Guild Hall. The cloth, a mesh of faded indigo and bone-white thread depicting the town’s founding saints, had been in his care for twenty years, a responsibility he had accepted with the solemnity of a priest taking holy orders, yet now...
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