The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

Elias Vane. The name hung in the air, sharp and cold, called out by the steward’s voice from the corridor. Elias opened his eyes. The ceiling of his chamber was white, plastered smooth, but in the dim light it looked like the surface of a broken tablet. He remembered the dream again. The lozenge, pale and round, sitting on his tongue. It did not melt. It shattered. A single, brittle crack ran...

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