The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The kiln roared like a living thing, a deep, guttural thrum that vibrated in the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones. It was the winter of 1342, and the air in Oakhaven was so cold it seemed to snap against the stone walls of the workshop, yet inside, the heat was a physical weight, pressing against Elias’s skin as he leaned over the crucible. The glass within was a molten amber, thick and slow, but...

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