The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The stones are hungry, Master. Elias Thorne did not look up from the chisel. The sound of the boy’s voice was thin, reedy, like a pipe left out in the wind. Around them, the half-finished chapel roof groaned against the dark, a low rumble that vibrated in the molars. It was a sound Elias had heard in his dream, a white tower breathing in and out, a slow, tidal rhythm that had woken him from a...

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