The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The air in the Great Hall tasted of coal smoke and damp wool, a heavy, industrial scent that clung to the back of Arthur Vane’s throat. He stood before the Dean, a man whose face was carved from the same rigid granite as the Academy’s new engineering wing, and felt the weight of forty years of silence pressing against his ribs. The Dean, Mr. Blackwood, did not look up from his ledger. His pen...

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