The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The heat of the furnace licked at your throat, a dry, hungry tongue that tasted of sulfur and old iron. You stood before the glory hole, the blowpipe heavy in your sweating hands, the molten gather glowing like a captured star against the soot-black walls of the workshop. King Aldric’s coronation was three days hence, and the Great Chalice sat unfinished on the cooling rack, its rim jagged and...

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