The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The fog did not smell of rot, as the plague-ridden streets of Oakhaven suggested, but of old paper and dried lavender, a scent that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat like a lie. He rode his horse, a grey mare named Bess who had grown too thin to carry much more than his bones and his guilt, into the city gates where the wood was black with soot and the air was thick with the whispers...

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