The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The feast had gone on for six hours, the tallow candles guttering in the drafty Great Hall, and Sir Thomas Vane stood by the stone pillar, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, feeling the familiar, cold burn of the script that only he could see crawling across the back of his neck. "You look as though you are seeing ghosts, Thomas." The voice belonged to Master Aldric, a man whose face...

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