The Pale Banner
The fever broke at dawn, leaving Elias Vane with a mouth full of iron and a mind clawing at the edges of a dream. He had seen the banner, pale and tattered, snapping against a sky the color of old bone, but the image dissolved the moment he opened his eyes to the grey light of the study. He was forty years old, a scholar of little renown, and the only thing that mattered in the hollowing world...
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