The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The parchment lay flat on the damp stone floor of the cellar, its edges curling inward like a dying leaf, and I could not bring myself to touch it with my bare hands, for the ink was still wet with the memory of the accusation, a heavy, black sludge that smelled of iron and old fear. It was a bill of lading, or rather, a bill of condemnation, signed by the hand of Alderman Vane, who had once...

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