The Pale Banner
The snow had not stopped for three days, and the silence in Oakhaven was heavy enough to crush a man. I am Elias, forty-two years old, a clerk in the town hall, and my hands shake so badly that I can barely hold a quill. I want to clear my brother Thomas’s name before the winter solstice. If I do not, the old curse of the Pale Banner will claim its due. The Banner is a spectral cloth that hangs...
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